Joan places items on the belt; the new grocery clerk reminds her of Butchie, a gay neighbor when they were young.
“Give me a minute. I need some ones,” he says, drawing bills from the cash register.
He returns with a bundle in his hand and fondly slaps the wad of bills against the cheek of the cute blonde boy packer. “ I’m a stripper,” he smiles at the younger man . ““My stripper name is Candy. “
All laugh.
“Why Candy?”
Face reddens. “Some things we don’t have to know,” the woman teases. Picks up her bag.
“Give me a minute. I need some ones,” he says, drawing bills from the cash register.
He returns with a bundle in his hand and fondly slaps the wad of bills against the cheek of the cute blonde boy packer. “ I’m a stripper,” he smiles at the younger man . ““My stripper name is Candy. “
All laugh.
“Why Candy?”
Face reddens. “Some things we don’t have to know,” the woman teases. Picks up her bag.
