Five years in one place. The longest time staying anywhere since she was 19 years old, and it took a moment; perhaps a passing thought. Maybe she was stable now. Maybe things were working out.
Joni Jacobson was a wanderer - or she had been for years, and looking around her record shop, it almost felt out of body to think that something could have been hers for so long. Years spent searching for the next great buzz, the next immediate gratification, and now she had her crystals and her cat and her plants and the records kept on spinning. Maybe this was what growing up was for.
Perhaps she was staring out into space, fingers idly drumming on the counter along to Touch of Grey, one of her favorite tracks on her favorite Grateful Dead album. But the jingle of the door to the shop opening shook her out of her reverie, and she smiled, in spite of herself. "Welcome, welcome! Let me know if you need anything, need a suggestion for a song, need a smoke. What have you."
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