Chet wandered up and down the aisles at the Pierpont grocery store, which he’d realized the locals called The Pier. They had everything regular folks could want, but their island specialty aisle was something out of a magazine.
In fact, Chet had seen editions of Carter’s Cove magazines, and he felt certain a place like The Pier would have a double-page spread.
“Can I help you, sir?” a man asked, a cheerful smile on his face. He wasn’t the first to try to help Chet, and he liked and disliked the personal touch.
“I’m wondering what the very best kind of store-specific ice cream is.” He gazed at the rows of containers before him. “I had the marshmallow yesterday, but I was able to sample it first.”
“You can sample any of our flavors over at the cookie counter,” the man said. “But my perso
