Excerpt
From "Displacement"

“Can I help you?” the youth asked, as Charlie made to pass through the employees-only door beside the register.

Charlie stared at him blankly. “I work here.”

The clerk stepped in front of the employees’ door. “I’ve never seen you before in my life,” he said.

Charlie thought for a moment he had actually walked into the wrong store. “Look, where’s Bridget?” he asked.

Now the boy looked confused. “Bridget? The only other person here is the owner, and her name is not Bridget. If you want to buy a book, this is the right place. Otherwise….”