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Show 12 The job at the store helped fill this. Every minute she was busy. But now it was not a frantic business. It was simply the busier she was, the happier she was. The customers coming and going; the shelves on shelves of glass bottles-beautiful little bottles, really- the constant exotic smells: this became her life. At the end of the day, her feet ached, she was tired. But it was a good tiredness. The last day of vacation, the manager came by her counter and said he would like to keep her on. For Saturdays and after school, if she wanted to work. She did. Saturdays for sure, she said. She would have to check with the Bradshaws about evenings. It made her feel good, that she had been offered the job without asking. She had been doing a good job, she knew, it was nice to have it verified by this offer. And she wanted very much to work. Saturdays were hers, but there was an argument about the evenings. It started off mean, like it was going to be a real shouting match. Mrs. Bradshaw-Katie-was in an irritable, cranky mood. Over vacation, while Sharon was at work, she had been forced to watch the children. She insisted that Sharon be home in the evenings, to "help out around the house." She could do that in the mornings, Sharon said, trying to control her voice, and in the afternoons, when she got home from school, before supper. No, Katie, said, she wanted her here in the evenings. To look after things. That meant cooking supper, washing dishes, cleaning house, |