Mac's Wednesday morning appointment with the co-authors of Boston Bedazzled had been set for eleven, and Afton made sure that Winnie would be available to look after the shop while she attended the meeting.
"Do not," Afton emphasized to her aunt, "rearrange things. Just help the customers if they need it and ring up the sale, if there is a sale."
"I could dust," Winnie suggested. "Where did you put that purple and pink feather duster I gave you for Bastille Day?"
Placing her hands squarely on her aunt's shoulders, Afton offered a firm, no-nonsense look. "No! Just tend to the cash register. Last time you dusted, you broke two porcelain figurines."
"Well, that was an accident," Winnie stated with a sniff and a huff. "And I fixed them, didn't I?"
Afton sighed. "Yes, auntie, you f
