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The Poop Thief
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
“Okay, this is just weird.”
The voice came from the back of the store. It belonged to my Tuesday/Thursday assistant, Carmen. High school student, daughter of two mages, Carmen had no real talent herself, but she was earnest, and she loved creatures, and I loved her enthusiasm.
“I mean it, Miss Meadows, this is weird.”
Oddly enough, weird is not a word people often use in Enchantment Place. Employees expect weird. Customers demand it. What’s weird here is normal everywhere else—or so I thought until that Tuesday in late May.
“Hold on, Carmen,” I said. “I’m with a client.”