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Cady balanced on a stepladder behind the store counter, a box of brass tacks in one hand, studying the diagram stuck to the wall. She’d decided against the cost of getting signs made for inside the store, seeking out ideas she could do instead. This concept with brass tacks appealed, so she’d printed the store’s name in a font she liked and was using the printout as a guide to recreate the name on the wall.
“You be careful up there,” Gran warned. “The last thing we need is you breaking your neck, two days before the grand opening.”
“I’m fine, Gran.” Cady pushed another couple of tacks into the wall, before she grabbed the hammer hooked in the pocket of her dungarees to drive them firmly into the wood.
Cady glanced around the store with no small amount of satisfaction. It was charmin
