Fresh Rack

A man, a job, and a secret

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James found himself sitting alone in his car at around 8:30 each night, wet from a mixture of his own sweat and the sprinklers on the fresh rack — the place in the tiny store where the vegetables were displayed. He’d light up a White Owl Sweet and roll down the window. The faux leather interior (red) was slightly worn, but well-maintained. James tended to the car himself. He’d learned all he knew…