By mid-afternoon, we’d found a rhythm. I floated, answered questions, and restocked the bookshelves and the pastry case. Mart ran the register and answered the phone to take special orders, which she jotted down on an Easter Bunny notepad she’d unearthed from somewhere. Daniel helped carry boxes of books out of the back room and kept Mart in change – even though that required not just one, but two, trips to the bank. It was my biggest sales day yet, and I had Galen Gilbert to thank.
I took a minute to message him on i********:. “Thank you, Galen. Your message has been a huge hit. Look at this.” Then I snapped a picture and sent it over.
His reply was almost instantaneous. “Well, I know a good thing when I see it. There are other ways besides murder to drum up business, my dear. See you T
