Chapter 28Gil spent most of the early morning hours counting the cash from the silent auction. When Matty followed up her text about the closing shift last night, he attached an image of the tip fishbowl.
All of this can go towards Tilly, he wrote. We all agreed.
Gil analyzed the frame to see if she could count all the cash there, too. When she’d estimated at least three hundred overflowing bills, she was satisfied. The auction had taken in a fair amount as well, and Gil was sure that the photos that didn’t sell would stay up until they did. There was also the bin of duplicates, where people could sort out their past and bring home something far more unique than a postcard and spend about as much as one.
And if Gil ever believed Dean, she could also sell her poetry. She was not quite re
