Princess visited me while I added the new books into the system. She sat on the counter, staring at me. The feline always knew when something was bothering me.
“I’m worried,” I said. “There, I said it.”
Ten minutes ago, Jane had texted about not coming back and asked me to close up. She didn’t explain her reason. I assumed it dealt with her missing wallet.
Princess blinked as if she wanted me to pour out every troubling thought. I wasn’t in the mood for a cat therapy session. Some days it was easier to ignore my worries. Today was one of them.
For lunch, I closed Bind Me Again for thirty minutes. I sorted the store during my break, raiding the snacks Jane kept in the office for times like this. Grabbing a granola bar, I began my series of back-and-forth trips from the receiving room to
