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as was displayed on his leather vest. He was probably a lifelong resident of this little town of Tippitt, so he knew when a new face showed up. But like she said, she was just here for a change of scenery, not sure exactly where she was going to land. Whatever job she was offered would determine what direction she’d move out of that motel room.
    Pulling in to the plaza, Karen slowly drove down one side to take in the different shops. The first one which stood out was the coffee shop. Tippitt n’ Sip-It. Boy, the shop owners here really loved playing on the town’s name. Next to it was a card shop, then a…..psychic? Okay. Across the way was a hardware store, barber and this Clarks Café the devilish biker had suggested. The end of the plaza was capped by a bakery called Sugar Me and…..a bank. Tippitt Savings Bank to be exact. At least it wasn’t called Tippitt ‘n Bank-It.
    Giving it a shot, she parked , unclipped her hair and fluffed it so that she didn’t look like she’d just rolled out of bed. The bank was small, with only three teller stations and three internal offices. Two people were being helped, while another was at a side table writing up a ticket. Two offices were occupied – one by a woman in a bright coral suit, black rimmed glasses and a severe chestnut up-do. The name Jane Marsh, Branch Manager was etched on a door plate. The other held a younger woman who looked to be doing some bookkeeping.
    The free teller saw her aimlessly wandering around. “Can I help you?”
    “I’m just wondering if you’re hiring.”
    The teller pointed to Jane Marsh’s door. Karen nodded, then went to sit in the chair outside the door. No sooner had she crossed her legs, than the manager came out. “Yes?”
    Karen stood. “I’d like to know if you’re hiring.”
    This Jane Marsh looked her up and down. “Come in.” Karen did as told and sat across the neatly organized wood desk. “Name?”
    “Oh, sorry.” She held out her hand. “Karen Hanson.”
    Jane removed her glasses and shook her hand. “You from around here?”
    Here we go ag ain. These small town folks were quite suspicious of new faces. “I just arrived in Wheeling from Ohio.”
    “What did you do in Ohio?”
    “I worked at Huntington National Bank in Cincinnati. Started out as a teller four years ago, then got promoted to loan manager.”
    Jane picked up her glasses, pulled a cloth out of her front drawer , then began to clean them. “We’re not in need of a loan manger.”
    Karen shrugged o ne shoulder. “Teller position is fine.”
    “You’re a l ittle over-qualified for that now.”
    “In this economy, I’ll take what I can get. Are you looking for a teller?”
    “Not full time.” Jane put the cloth away then slid her glasses back on. “Two, maybe three days a week – tops. Two until five. One of the girls has three children and can only do mornings. It’s not easy to find someone who wants those sporadic hours. People here need full time work.”
    At this point, Karen was willing to take any time work. “I’d be willing. Do you need me to fill out an application or……?”
    “No. I prefer to talk. Why did you leave your last job?”
    Karen could n’t admit the truth. Not now. Not to a complete stranger. Then again, maybe a stranger wouldn’t judge her like her family did. “I had a personal situation I needed to deal with. After I did, I decided to get away from the big city.” Of course, that was her brother-in-law’s suggestion – to lay low, start over somewhere fresh and put what happened out of her mind. “My situation had nothing to do with work. I can give you the bank’s number and my supervisor’s name for a reference.” Karen had left the bank on good terms and, although she’d been embarrassed by the Preston situation after showing her co-workers the big rock he’d given her, they’d been sympathetic and understanding of her decision to leave.
    For several moments, Jane looked her over. “You said