Chapter 5
The fifth day
“Where’s tall, blond, and handsome?” Carol asked when she and Trey were in the shop’s break room before opening, Monday morning.
“On his way, I hope. With the snow, he could be stuck in traffic.”
“Tell me about it,” she replied as she took off her hat and coat, shaking them off before hanging them up. “It’s a good thing I left fifteen minutes early or I’d still be on the road.” She sat to change from her boots into her shoes and then got a cup of coffee. “I wonder if we’ll have any customers.”
“A few. The ones who have to pick up costumes, anyway.”
She grinned. “So I can go home when Marty gets here?”
Trey rolled his eyes. “As if.” He checked the time then headed out front to open for the day. By ten-thirty, he was beginning to worry about Marty’s absence, so
