Where the hell was she? I thought as I glanced at my watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. It was three thirty, and Sheila had said she would be here by three fifteen at the latest. I stood up from the stool I was sitting on and began to pace the back and forth behind the counter. I had been at Sears since ten and was supposed to be working until seven, but if I did that I would miss my brother again. In the last month, between calling out, and showing up late I was on thin ice, and was told I couldn't leave early...