I pounded two of Lu’s chicken mole tacos and didn’t pass up the free churro she offered when I was done, even though Mart tried to make me look unhealthy by ordering a taco salad in an actual, not a fried tortilla, bowl. “Some friend you are,” I joked as she grinned at me.
Back at the shop, Mart returned to a corner of the history section to do a little of her work for the winery, and I gave Mom a wave at her own table covered in paper and devices in the corner of the café. I laughed to myself about the idea of charging them rent for our shared workspace as I straightened the Lippman table again.
“We’ve been selling her books steadily,” Marcus said as he brought a few more titles out from the back. “But I think we’ll have enough to sell here tomorrow even without breaking into our stash
