She wandered around the square for a bit, doing some window shopping, getting a feel for the town. The wind had picked up, the strong gusts bringing the promise of the cold front. She was glad she’d grabbed her wool coat before leaving London. Too bad she hadn’t grabbed a few dresses. A simple jade dress in one window caught her eye. She entered the store and was able to locate the dress, and the salesclerk walked over to her as she was studying it on the hanger. “We have a dressing room in the back, if you’d like to try it on.” “Oh…thanks,” Bayleigh looked up from the price tag. “Do you sell shoes, as well?” “Oh, yes, we sell everything!” the clerk laughed. “I don’t recognize you, are you new to town?” “Sort of. I mean, I’m just visiting my brother.” She followed the clerk back to the shoes. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be nosy. But I’ve lived here every one of my fifty-eight years, and my parents lived here their entire lives, and their parents. Well, you get the picture.
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