A broad shouldered man sat stooped over the cash drawer, calmly recording checks in a ledger. He was a dark haired giant, going gray at the temples. His face was drawn from either illness or pain and he looked slightly grim.
“We’re closed,” he said, his voice thick with a savory accent.
“I’m here to meet Maeve,” Hal explained.
The man’s face brightened considerably. “Oh, yes! Come in, come in! Maeve,” he called. “It’s your young man!”
Maeve came out from the back room, flushed and flustered. Her sleeves were pushed up and her hair was coming down from its French braid.
“Hello! Sorry, I’m looking for a box of books. They were supposed to have been put out a week ago, but got lost in the shuffle. I still can’t find them, Papa. I can’t move all the other stuff by myself.”
“I’d be happy to help you,” Hal volunteered. He took off his jacket, carefully laying it on the counter by her father.
Benedict watched this development with interest.
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