salesgirl

“That will be seven dollars and eighty-eight cents,” the salesgirl named Griselda tells me.

Even those smiling, sashed salesgirls have been forced to scramble this winter for supplies to peddle online or on folding tables in front of grocery stores.

Here, she joins forces with Lillian, a tart-talking salesgirl in 1937 Los Angeles, to solve a mystery involving a murdered party girl who dies in a gown “borrowed” from the Paramount Pictures wardrobe department.

Her diverse job experience, starting as a salesgirl in her teens, helped the 40-year-old push books into prisons, and deliver more than 1.4 million volumes to public housing residents across the country.

All the jokes the white salesgirls make about their Black colleague could, and do, refer to Ruby.