324 Abercorn
“Sure. I have extra copies of my last book, Suburban Gothic. I could sign one, make sure Neisha gets it to you.”
“That would be incredible. I’ll pay you for it, of course.”
“Nonsense, consider it a gift. What’s your husband’s name so I can personalize it?”
“Emilio Gambrell.”
“Here,” Neisha said, scribbling the name down on a Post-It and handing it to Brad. “Now what did you need, Marty?”
“I was looking through the shipment for the new folk art exhibit, and we seem to be missing a few pieces.”
Neisha stood. “I’ll check the invoice. Brad, I’m afraid I have to get back to the grind.”
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