QUOTE : Mrs. Embry flips through the book, pausing to read a few paragraphs. “What’s a boy button?” <br /><br />Loud laughter comes from behind me, but when I turn to glare at my boss, it’s hard not to laugh with him. He’s trying to contain it, which only makes his face look strained, and his cheeks turn pink. <br /><br />He waves his hand and abandons his spot where he’s putting the new stock out on shelves, no doubt retreating to the back room to compose himself. <br /><br />“Uh …” I have no idea what to tell Mrs. Embry. <br /><br />“Whatever it is, this man sure likes it being pegged. I’m sold.” <br />She hands me the book to ring it up at the cash register, and it takes a second for me to process what just happened. <br /><br />“Are you sure you want this one?” <br /><br />“This is good.