Chapter Five
Satan’s Little Antique Shop
Loretta Maura didn’t know what to make of things when her husband walked through the door carrying a huge oil painting, complete with frame, under his arm. She knew he was running late from work, with this being the explanation why.
“Michael?” she questioned, but she could go no further. Her husband blurted out an excited response as he placed the painting on the floor and tilted it for her inspection.
“I got this at that little cubby hole store that just opened downtown, Satan’s Little Antique Shop.”
Loretta again took on an uncertain expression.
“Satan’s Little Antique Shop.”
Michael nodded.
“Yeah. Catchy title, isn’t it? I’ve got their matches in my pocket, too. They have a little devil on the cover.”
“Sound’s spooky,” Loretta smirked. “
