The locals always joked that Arnold Evers, the owner, had been around since then, and on entering for his first day at work, Paterson almost believed it. One look at the counter sent him back to an age way before his time – Rolodex, carbon copy receipt machine, telephone with a long twisting cord and a finger dial, and the most up-to-date item, a hand calculator that had seen better days. Yet Evers’ was the most popular place for locals to bring anything because for all those years of his work, for all his time behind the old counter, you believed he knew what he was doing. He was trusted. But he was also getting up there in years, and that had led him to hire someone as help for the first time in decades. Paterson had had to prove himself to get the job, too. He’d taken apart and reassembled both a toaster and a hand vac as part of the application process. The bell on the door chimed and Mr. Evers looked up from the disarray on his desk.
What do You think about Of All The Ways He Loves Me?
