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By mid-day, the shop had only a few customers in it. Arabel was used to running the place by herself, she had before she took Bram in, so this wouldn’t be any different. With both Bram and Elspeth away, she didn’t mind the quietness; actually, she found it pleasant, but there was still the issue with the metal pot and what to do with it.
“Excuse me, but could you help me?” a slender young woman, with short brown hair and hazel eyes, inquired.
Arabel turned around. “What can I do for you this afternoon?” Now, Arabel had an intuitive mind and usually knew what a customer wanted before they asked. She never let on though. The only person who knew of it was Bram.
“Well, I’m looking for a gift, something for a wedding shower. It’s for a friend of mine and I wanted something special. Do y
