Chapter 7
Drew found himself restless Monday evening as closing time for the shop crept closer. To say it had been a slow day at the village would be an understatement. Par for the course on a Monday he supposed.
“That’s the fourth time you’ve looked at the clock in the last ten minutes,” his mother declared, leaning an elbow on the counter where the register sat.
“Sorry.” He turned from the shelf of knickknacks he’d been pretending to straighten.
She shook her head. “I know this is no fun. Business hasn’t been great for a while. We met with Gil Saunders the other night.”
Drew went on full alert. Saunders was the man, a somewhat friend of theirs, who’d been wanting to buy the shop. “And?”
His mother smiled just a bit. “We think we’re going to sell.”
He struggled to keep the sigh of
