Chapter 50: Horace
The customer yelled in his face, spitting all over him. Horace didn’t even hear his argument, he just showed up when they asked for the manager and the man started screaming incoherently.
Horace stared at his shoes. Not because he was shy, nor because he was timid. His shoes were dirty and he had simply just noticed it.
Ira showed up next to him as they stood in the shop’s exterior area. “Are you gonna let him talk to you like that?” she grumbled, pulling him down so she could whisper. “You don’t have to take it like a little b***h! Punch the stupid fucker.”
Horace balled his fists, then turned to Martha. “What did he do?”
Martha hesitated, then leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “He grabbed my butt, and when I told him to stop it, he started to complain about t
