We arrived at Aaron Fairendale’s Eye Boutique at approximately noon. GPS on Zeb’s cellphone led us to the downtown area of Columbus and North Ninth Street, near the First Congregational Church. The business looked like a glimmering diamond because of its large windows and glass doors. I imagined that, on summertime days when the sun came out to play, it blinded passersby.
A tall ginger with a bogus French accent asked how he could be of any help and introduced himself to us.
Zeb told him, “We have an appointment with Aaron at twelve-thirty. Is he available?”
The ginger took me in from head to toe, apparently liked what he saw, and said in an unprofessional manner, “I’m so glad you brought someone from the Legion of Superheroes to help you today, Mr. Carlow.”
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