After putting the flower arrangement in his vehicle, Stone ventured into Turn the Page Books, considered the dust mite capital of Plimpton with its Leo Tolstoy hotels, Tom Wolfe mansions, and Nora Roberts trailers. There were very few hardbacks in the place, since paperbacks sold better. The business encompassed an eight hundred square foot area filled with shelves, local artwork on the walls, a few unseen cobwebs, and multiple racks of children’s books. One wall, from floor to ceiling, had been covered in used paperbacks. Lighting suffered in the place, and the wooden floor creaked with every footstep. Some patrons called the place a docile wonderland while others thought it should be condemned in the world of e-books and handheld electronic reading devices.
Tender Reese, the owner, coul
