Chapter Seventeen
The Raffle
Raffles are as much fun as driving in the rain without a windscreen wiper.
The Bag Lady and Betty were Amanda’s “happy helpers” who seemed to know an awful lot about “reading centres.”
I watched the Bag Lady talk about the importance of shelving like she ran a library. Why did she care? She’d always been a reclusive person.
“I am all ears,” laughed Amanda. And the Bag Lady moved on to my shop, calling it the “old shop,” which as she put it did not “utilise shelving properly.”
“You need to surprise people,” said the Bag Lady. “Be unpredictable, that’s what I used to say to her” – the Bag Lady waved her hand at me – “but would she listen?”
I threw the Bag Lady a glare as Betty handed me one of the best black coffees I had ever tasted.
“It’s all about timi
