The smile curtailed further.
"You're that woman who works at that massive bookstore—that massive, commercial
bookstore."
A few people halted and paid attention to our dialogue, no doubt the purpose she abstained from pointing out the last time I was in here, I had called her a hypocrite propelling marked-up crap supply.
Pertained to specific national chains, I hardly contemplated Star City commercial. Still, I shrugged in
acceptance.
"Yeah, what can I say, we're part of the crisis in corporate America. However, we do trade all the books and tarot cards that you do, often at a deduction if you're a partner of Star City's Regular Readers Program." I quoted this last part loudly.
Extra publicity never hurt.
Helena's depleting smile faded altogether, as did some of her raspy voice.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
"I'm looking for Erik."
"Erik doesn't work here anymore."
"Where'd he go?"
