Chapter 23
The man from the used bookstore squinted through his round lenses, shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun. “You again!”
“You’re the book guy?” Tiffany asked—way too harshly, considering we needed his help and he already didn’t like us. “Figures.”
My aunt put her arms around Tiffany and me. “I apologize again for the misunderstanding at your shop.”
“Oh, it was no misunderstanding,” said the bald book guy. “I understand perfectly well what happened: your girls tried to steal from me and I caught them red-handed.”
Tiffany wouldn’t back down. “Look, we’re sorry, okay? We really need your help.”
“Well, that’s a shame, because, as I recall, I banned you three from my store.”
“Ha!” Tiffany said. “This isn’t your store, it’s a swap meet, so your books are all fair game.
