Day after Thanksgiving
The store was busy, which was a good thing, especially as I was still paying down the loan I’d taken out to do the expansion. People from surrounding towns came here to shop, and I felt proud of the reputation that had built over the years.
Emma was on the register, and I had just finished helping a customer with banjo strings when I heard a few gasps from the customers. Worried that there was a problem, I slid from behind the counter and headed to see what was going on.
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. The Beebub I saw staring at the floor before me wore loose jeans and a black leather jacket over a pale lavender turtleneck. He was a shadow of his former self, his body slimmer than I’d ever seen it, and his face…a crude “X” had been carved into hi
