It seemed that everyone wanted vintage, and they knew Bay Point Antiques and Vintage was the place to get it. Jada started making chocolate chip scones every week to have in the shop for customers. They munched on the scones as they went through the vintage side, picking up vases and planters, rubbing their hands along tables and chairs, picking up linens to admire the embroidery or old printed fabric. Sales were so good that Marla considered going totally vintage. But her business self told her better. It was the fine antiques that brought in the big money, even if they sat there awhile before the right buyer came along. Bay Point Antiques, after all, had a reputation to maintain. It had been several weeks since Marla had seen Sean. She stopped calling him, but she texted occasionally, usually saying simply, “Hi.” He always texted back “Hi.” As long as he did that, Marla felt he was doing all right. As long as he kept in contact. Marla had not dreamed of Meredith again.
