Chapter 30
Gregor was unavailable to answer the door when the bell chimed, so I did, after checking to make sure whoever was standing there was neither a solicitor nor someone peddling religion.
The man who stood there was dressed in tan coveralls. At the curb was a small van with Horatio Primm, Purveyor of Antiquities stenciled neatly on the side.
I knew Horatio Primm and liked the little man, but I hadn’t ordered anything, and I was too much the daughter of my family to take an unknown quantity at face value.
I opened the door. “May I help you?”
“Mrs. Mann? Mr. Primm was asked by your son to deliver this to you.” A large crate sat on a dolly.
“Are you sure?” Quinton hadn’t mentioned anything about this to me.
“Yes, ma’am. Mr. Primm said it’s supposed to be a gift for a lady friend
