Sarah hoped Mrs. Jemima Atkins would enjoy this particular outing, although she rather doubted it.
The trip did not take long. Only ten minutes later, they were where Sarah wanted to be.
On 10th Avenue, right in the heart of the antique district, there was a small, brightly painted bungalow with pretty flowers outside. The name on the door was Virginia's store. From the street, it looked as if the storekeeper sold colorful lawn ornaments or vintage clothes or something else quaint and pretty. But Virginia doesn't. Virginia is a middle-aged, beefy woman with a tattoo and her hair was shaved on the sides and left in a Mohawk on top. It was colored a virulent red and actually made her look like a rooster, and she sells security stuff. More specifically, weapons and self-defense type of stuf
