The Corner Market.
“Can we quit looking for a job and go back to the park to
see the drummers?” Kurt asked.
“Are you kidding?” Kim said. “I just started looking.
And you know what Mom says: A winner never quits, and a
quitter never wins. The corner market is just up the block.
Let’s try them and see if they have a job for me.”
Kurt and Kim found the corner market. A bell rang as
they went inside. There were all kinds of things for sale in
the market. The walls and shelves were jammed with boxes
and bags and cans.
“May I help you?” asked the man at the counter. He was
a nice-looking man with gray hair and glasses. He spoke with
an accent.
“Are you Alberto?” asked Kim.
“Yes, I am.”