Chapter Twelve
THE BELL OVER Selby’s door jingled, causing him to turn from where he stood sliding more sci-fi books onto a shelf. He smiled as he saw Tracey slip into the store, a white bag with their lunch in her hand. She always brightened his day, no matter how dark it was. “Is it that time already?” he asked as he stood, hands on his back as he stretched his sore muscles. “I lost track of time.”
“I’m surprised your nose isn’t stuck in a book,” she said with a giggle as she moved toward the front counter, setting the bag down once she reached it. “Downtown seems dead today.”
He nodded as he moved to the back to grab a couple of sodas from the rickety fridge he kept back there. “Grape or root beer?”
“Root beer, thanks,” she said as she walked around the counter to sit in her normal
