Epilogue
“Look what I brought?”
Owen looked up from ringing up a sale to Findley pushing through the door to Printer’s Devil, a paper bag in each arm.
“More candy?”
“So much more.” He dropped the bags on the counter, and Owen leaned over to take a peek.
“At this rate, we’ll have candy for next year too.”
“Maybe.” Findley pulled out a bag of sweet-tarts, tearing it open to top off the bowl on the counter. Owen knew it was only an excuse to grab some for himself. “But the Printer’s Devil tours promised candy, and all three are sold out.”
Owen handed the bag of books over, and wished the departing shopper a happy Halloween, before focusing back on Findley, who was still poking through the bowl, looking for his favorites.
“When do you think you’ll be home tonight?”
“You’re not comi
