CHAPTER NINE
Charlotte didn’t need to go to the fish and chips shop because Ted was on the bookshop doorstep the minute she opened. An older, rotund man with a perpetual smile, he hurried in, carrying a box. Without his smile.
“Ted?”
“Charlotte, I am beside myself. I might have messed up this whole Giving Tree thing because nothing is adding up now.” He put the box on the counter. “Can you run through it with me again?”
Rosie arrived early with coffees and a wide grin. “Well, hello there, Ted!”
“Morning, Rosie.”
“Ted needs a hand with the promo.” Charlotte explained as Rosie raised her eyebrows at the sight of the box.
“Go ahead. Is everything okay, Ted?”
He shrugged. “That’s the problem. Not sure we’ve got this working right, the staff and me, that is.”
“I’m listening.” Charlotte
