CHAPTER 10A bell jangled with a loud rattle as Mara opened the front door to Mason Fix-it Shop. She hopped across the threshold, shook the rain from her jacket and tossed back her hood. She turned, flipped the Open sign in the door’s window to face outward and reached for the light switch. As the main room of the little shop illuminated, she noticed the flicker of the stained-glass light fixture suspended over the front counter. The word Billiards winked from it several times before staying lit. She’d have to switch out the bulbs soon.
Hanging her wet jacket on the antique coat tree in the corner to the right of the door, her gaze swept the shop, making sure everything was in its place. Old lamps, reel-to-reel tape recorders, typewriters, assorted kitchen appliances and other gadgets fill
