Chapter Four
Mornings were generally quiet at the store. Oh, sure, you had the diehards who were eager to hit the shopping trail as soon as they were done with breakfast, but most of the time, the real crowds didn’t show up until well after lunch, and often liked to linger until I shooed them out at closing time. I sympathized with their frustration over most of the stores closing by six — there wasn’t much to do in Sedona except shop, hike, or go out to eat — but that didn’t mean I wanted to be stuck at the store at all hours just because someone was used to shopping until nine back home. When in Rome….
At any rate, after the early birds had come and gone, I figured it was safe enough to try making a call to the Patriot Uniform Company. I’d already looked up their contact information on
