Confidence

The flour and rice stopped swirling and Mr. Dalton stepped into the room.  “Shinra?  Is there a wind current making its way in here?”  He didn’t notice anything strange though, he turned back in time to see Shinra walking towards him, some flour on his clothes.

“Mr. Dalton, sorry, I went outside to wipe off some of the flour.  I accidentally dropped the bag.”  Shinra did have flour all over himself.

“Oh, no problem.  I thought I heard a commotion, but didn’t notice you leave.  My eyes are getting old.”  Mr Dalton smiled, evidently relieved that there wasn’t a real problem.

“I’ll clean that up and take the opened bag as payment, if you don’t mind?  I should be finished movin

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