Chapter 3
Christy didn’t feel the cold as he made his way back home. His head was too busy planning and his heart too full of Mr. Fenton’s trust. He could see it now. People flocking to Fenton’s Bookstore to take advantage of the warmth, the hospitality, and the reasonably priced books and lounging happily like they did in the big bookshops. He’d been up to places like Hatchards or Stockdales and that was what the quality did, they lounged. Idle. As rich people did. Well, the people who frequented Fenton’s weren’t rich or idle, but a little time spent in the company of books in a warm bookshop, with a good cup of tea would make anyone happy enough to want to lounge for as long as possible. It was Christy’s idea of a perfect afternoon.
He tucked his head down as the incessant rain seemed
