"Douăzeci și trei de lei și șaptezeci de bani," she said.
Marin stood in the empty store, confused. A young man in a suit, holding a clipboard, was measuring the walls. cat costa cazierul
How much is the cashier?
The young man shrugged. "The lease is up. Supermarket opening next week. The cashier? Fired. No need for a cashier when you have self-checkout." "Douăzeci și trei de lei și șaptezeci de bani," she said
"Elena," he said softly.
"Elenă," he said, leaning on the counter. "Cat costa cazierul?" holding a clipboard
For the first time in nineteen years, she did not say not for sale . She looked at the money, then at him. A single tear broke free and traced a line through the dusting of flour on her cheek.