“Sorry to get you up so early on a Saturday,” Drayco apologized, though he liked this time of morning. Or earlier, when he could catch a glimpse of Cassiopeia, Perseus, or Draco, the dragon.
Barry Farland grinned. “The light in the morning makes for good painting. Besides, I enjoy the time Dad and I have to ourselves. Before the customers drop off their broken anniversary necklaces. Or heirloom clocks stuck on twelve. Or Rolex watches stepped on by owners who have more money than sense.”
“Do you really get a lot of Rolex watches in an area like this?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Doesn’t your father have weekends off?”
“You kidding? Dad works long hours, seven days of the week. I stay with him until noon and man the front desk while Dad stays in his workshop. I call it his Cave of Solitude.
