Epilogue- Christy
“I think it’s awesome you’ve re-opened the old place. I just wish it was exactly like Bartholomew’s Bookstore.” I kicked off my shoes and locked the front door. The new hardwood floor is super-polished, and every time I stopped by I slid on them in my socks. I twirled around and then skated across the floor to the brand new contemporary desk in the rear of the showroom. Amber looked pissed. Jesus, she was so damn sensitive.
“What, you don’t like it? Why didn’t you say something when we originally opened a few months ago?”
Amber and Simona had spent a lot of money fixing up the space, and the investment had paid off. It was modern, sleek and beautiful, more like an art gallery than a typical bookstore. The thing was, it didn’t feel like the dusty old store we used to wo
