Funny how certain smells can cause a flood of emotions and memories to surface. Other than my house and the Fishers’ house, this place is where I spend most of my time. I practically grew up here among the trinkets and antique furniture. Even before moving to Prairie Creek in fourth grade, our tiny apartment in Sacramento was filled with antiques. Every birthday and Christmas, a package would arrive from my grandma filled with treasures. Mom would carefully take them out of the box, and then consult her antiques magazine to see how valuable each piece was. She used to tell me stories about her childhood in Prairie Creek, about helping her mom run the shop. She and her mom were pretty close since her dad died when she was teenager. I could never figure out why she never wanted to visit her mom if they were so tight. But whenever I asked her about it, she got all sad and teary. So I stopped bringing it up. “Hey.” Mom’s head pops up from behind the counter.
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