The day after the hearing wrapped up, rain started falling steadily.
I was hauling into the display stand from outside the shop when a sharp, throbbing ache flared up in my right shoulder out of nowhere.
The wound had fully closed and healed, but it still was not back to how it used to be. The stand tipped to one side, and the canvas bag hanging off it slid straight into the rain.
"It is Finn," a voice called out.
A hand shot out from beside me to steady the crossbar.
"I have got to this end. You move slow and steady."
We hauled the stand into the shop together. He did not pester me about why I had not called for help sooner. He just grabbed a mop from by the door and mopped up the puddles of rainwater on the floor.
I handed him a dry towel.
"Want some tea?" I asked.
"Sure do. If
