20
Blanche had found a stack of boxes containing old buttons in the storeroom. Naida had bought them but never found time to sort them for sale. So Blanche used spare moments in the day to sort them into colours.
“Good morning.” A deep voice interrupted her sorting.
Her hands jerked, and the button container flew off the counter. It hit the floor with a crash, and buttons rolled towards dark corners like cockroaches scuttling for cover.
“I’m so sorry,” Blanche stuttered. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“And I’m sorry I gave you such a fright.”
Blanche looked up into a pair of twinkling blue eyes. Eyes perfectly matched with his silver hair. She stepped back, and her heel crunched a button.
A stylishly dressed woman her age smiled from behind the silver-haired man. Not the smile of supe
