CHAPTER 25––––––––
Mara placed a damaged mantel clock on her work counter and was about to size it up when the bell above the door jangled, and a bald elderly man stepped into the shop. He looked to be eighty years old, six feet tall, but slightly hunched with age. He stepped gingerly, as if he doubted his legs would hold up.
“Hello, young lady.” He smiled as he walked to the counter. His eyes were bright and alert.
“How can I help you, sir?” She smiled back, noticing he was not carrying anything for her to repair.
“I have a friend who informs me that you might have some unique items that would make an excellent gift, especially for the nostalgic type.” He surveyed the shelves and the wall behind Mara.
“We occasionally do sell some of the items on the shelves, but our primary business
