toys.
âAnd,â the woman said to me, âthey walked twenty miles to school. Uphill. Both ways.â
As they left the shop, laden with parcels, the boy began demanding, in a piercing voice, ice cream.
Crystal came out of the back room. âMomâll bring some things around later. She said that newspaper guy from England died last night. Thatâs awful. I was talking to him at the reception. What do you think happened, Merry?â
Before I could answer, Jackie caught wind of our conversation and hurried over. âItâs such a shock. He was going to photograph me today. I canât believe it. My big break gone. I mean . . . poor man.â
âHe didnât look at all healthy,â I said, repeating Alanâs suggested line. âThin and pale.â
âEnglish people all look like that,â said Jackie, who had never been out of New York State.
âColin Firth doesnât,â Crystal pointed out.
âWho?â said Jackie.
âWe do have customers,â I reminded my staff.
At one minute to six, I was flipping the sign on the door to âClosedâ when it almost hit me in the face. Kyle Lambertstrode in, head and shoulders flaked with snow. He was a big guy who hadnât quite learned to control his arms and legs. Thinking of the proverbial bull in the china shop, I snatched up two wineglasses painted with delicate lines to represent red and green colored lights and clutched them to my chest.
âReady, babe?â he said to Jackie.
âIâll be just a minute.â A few customers lingered, and Jackie was on the till.
He turned to me with a smile. âHope your boss lady pays overtime.â
I held open the door. âJackie will be out when sheâs finished.â
âIâll wait,â he said.
I wasnât about to make a scene, so I flipped the lock without another word.
Kyle wandered through the shop, looking not at all impressed by my display of merchandise. I let the last of the customers out. Crystal went to get her bag. Kyle spent a lot of time studying the jewelry display. He picked up a pair of earrings, delicate silver filigrees in the shape of snowmen. He held them up. âDo you like these, babe?â
âSure do,â Jackie said. âArenât they beautiful?â
âIâll take them. You deserve something special.â
She preened.
Then he caught sight of the price tag. âForty bucks!â His face fell.
âTheyâre handmade. Merry will ring them up while I powder my nose.â Jackie gave Kyle a hearty kiss on the lips and skipped off to the back.
âYou donât have to buy them if theyâre too much,â I said to him.
âI can afford it,â he said, almost choking on the words.
âYou seem in a cheerful mood today, Kyle.â
âGuess I am, at that.â He opened his wallet and carefully selected the exact amount. âToo bad about that magazine guy, eh?â
âWhat about him?â
âI hear he kicked the bucket. How sad.â Kyle made a wiping-away-tears gesture. Then he grinned. I knew his family. They were hard-working, well-meaning people, who had four boys and not a lot of money. Certainly nothing extra for luxuries such as dentistry. Kyle worked for a lawn maintenance company over the summer. In the winter he plowed driveways and made extra money helping out at hotels and restaurants over the busy Christmas season.
âWhat do you know about that?â I asked, handing him the earrings, which Iâd wrapped in tissue paper and slipped into a small bag.
âMe? Nothing at all. Except good riddance.â
âReady!â Jackie called. Sheâd freshened her makeup and combed her hair. âIâm absolutely starving. You have no idea what a slave driver that Merry is. I hope youâre taking me someplace nice for dinner, Kyle.â
He handed her the shopping bag. âSure am, babe.â
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