IT’S NOT ME, IT’S SHOES “You know…” She said, in the way she would often begin a conversation. My eyes never left my phone’s screen, but I did grunt an acknowledgement. “I’ve given it a good try, a fair one. But – It’s not working for me and it’s not going to.” I looked up…

WALLS “Raisins,” he said. Her nametag read “Cassie.” He didn’t remember seeing her here before, until just now as her cheery voice asked him what he was looking for.    “You’re new here,” he said, surprised at how quickly she had answered, “Aisle J6.” Before she could answer, another man rudely interrupted, pulling Cassie’s arm.…