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six. I'm needed at the cash register." Amanda sat down opposite Sherry and passed a couple papers across the table. "Fill these out and sign them."
    One was a W-4 form to claim dependents for tax purposes; the other, a statement declaring she had never been arrested for theft or committed a felony. Sherry signed it; her record was clean.Amanda passed more papers across the table. "These are our privacy policy and company rules. You can read them when you get time. We do not give out information about our employees unless there is a court order. I have one personal preference that goes beyond company rules. Don't wear blue jeans to work unless that is all you have. If you must wear jeans, please do not wear any with holes."
    "What about other colors?"
    "Black or brown. Yes. After a two-week probation period, I'll order the company shirts for you. I would guess you wear a small."
    "Yes"
    Judy took Sherry to the storeroom at the back of the store. "I want to see if you can move a fully loaded dolly. This isn't as heavy as some because it is cereal and such."
    Sherry was placing the boxes of cereal on the shelves when a male voice behind her said, "Sherry?"
    A man stood there who seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite remember why. His gray-streaked brown hair was the same shade of hers and he was overweight. He wore the T-shirt and blue jeans that seemed to be the uniform for men around there.
    "Should I know you?" she asked.
    He smiled. "I'm your Uncle Roy. When I first saw you, I thought you were your mother but that's not possible because I just spoke to her about an hour ago. She said she was just leaving Newark."
    "Frank Blakely told me you have a key to my house. I'd like to have it back, please."
    "Mom gave me the key because I needed to sell the household goods inside."
    "I understand that. But that is over and done. I want the key. Someone broke into my house yesterday morning and he had a key."
    "I know. The cops were out to talk to me. But don't forget, your mother also has a key."
    "I took hers off her key ring before I left Newark. The last thing I want is for Mom to have a key to my house. Apparently she's already figured out where I am. I don't want her showing up expecting me to put her up." Sherry gave an exasperated sigh. "You must put her up. I don't have the means."
    "You have a big house," he argued.
    "But not much furniture. I sleep on a mattress on the floor. That is the only bed I have."
    "Sherry!" came Judy's voice from behind her. "You are paid to stock shelves not socialize with the customers."
    "Don't blame Sherry, Judy. It's my fault. She's my niece and I haven't seen her for fourteen years. She's grown up quite a bit since then. I'm ready to check out."
    After they left her, Sherry worked harder to make up for the time she'd spent talking to her uncle. When she finished she went in search of Judy to tell her. She found her at the checkout counter.
     "What do I do next?"
    Judy smiled. "I'm sorry I was so harsh with you. I should have made a connection to the names but there are quite a few Winnettes around here. I must teach you to use the cash register so you can take over while I have my supper break. We get fifteen minutes. I'll go get what I want to eat and you can check me out."
    Everything went smoothly after that and Sherry was feeling confident that she was learning her job quickly. She was stocking canned food when a throaty female voice behind her said, "The things you see when you don't have a gun."
    Sherry whirled around and bumped into the shopping cart that Elena had pushed to form a triangle closing Sherry in between the shelves and the dolly of boxed goods. "I'm busy. If you're ready to check out, Judy is at the front of the store." She noted that all Elena had in her cart was a two-quart container of skim milk.
    "I'm not ready," Elena shot back. "I'm warning you, stay away from Mark Blakely. He belongs to me."
    Sherry tilted her chin up. "You broke up with him. That makes him