Elizabeth entered the shop with a small panel, ripe cherry colour, where it was written in moving letters, bright green: "Everything for everyone." That panel was a flying one and probably if you were ignorant and went past it, it would wobble in front of you until you walked inside, into the little store.
As she stepped inside, she heard a harsh voice like that of a professor who scolds his student for not learning the lesson:
“WHAT DO YOU WANT!?”
Miss Edwards didn't know where the question came from, because there was no one there. She looked very carefully in the store so small and narrow, that almost no other person could enter. But she saw no human face.
Inside there was just a shelf with a few things on it. Some beautifully written papers suggested that stuff was at great discoun
