Chapter FourAT LEAST IT WAS A JOB, Adrian decided, as he tied on an apron in Bartlett's Candy Shop.
He began refilling a row of candy jars with bags from a cart. He couldn't help remembering when he and his younger brother, Danny, would sneak malted milk balls from Parson's dime store on the corner near their house. After yesterday's bad news, he had needed something for work, and fast. Bartlett's was an old-fashioned store that sold classic candy and homemade confections.
Danny's in-laws owned the store, and Beth, Danny's wife, worked here on the mornings their kids were at school, helping her dad out behind the counter and doing the books. It was a small but thriving business just off the Georgetown district, drawing a fair amount of tourists, especially now after a food show featured
