Kandace
My mind is a blur. Early this morning I received an email from Mr. Murphy asking for a complete inventory of the store and invoices dating back to before Ruth passed. I'd already provided the same information, but now he is asking for up-to-date figures. Some of the merchandise we sell—or I should say that Quintessential Treasures does—is consignment rather than purchased. For example, Judy Sams, Cory Sams's wife, creates a line of lotions, natural with a range of scents. She just expanded into lip balm. Her folks still own a small orchard, and she's been working on amazing apple fragrances. They sell very well. Instead of buying the product from her, I rent her shelf space in the store.
The panic set in as soon as I finished reading the email. By the time Joyce brought Molly ba
