Chapter Seven
A few days after my quickie with Rocco and his friend, I’m cataloging new merchandise, which Arthur has sent in from two estate sales. It’s mostly junk, but then that’s the job, finding treasures amidst the trash. I’m dirty, sweaty, my back sore from bending over and when I hear the shop door ring, I remember with groaning irritation that I let my part-time girl leave at 5:00 and forget to close the store at 6:00. It’s nearly seven now…but I remind myself—a customer is a customer, no matter what time of day. I get up, dust off my hands and run one through to finger-comb my hair back in place, then make way to the front of the store.
As soon as I see Pierre strolling through my merchandise, I stop in my tracks. I’m not sure I’m ready for another odd exchange with this man.
