Lachesis had moved over to the counter as well, her eye caught by a yellowing magazine of knitting patterns, which she was currently flicking through. "Yes, we buy things as well," she said. "And if it's not something we'll take, we might be able to tell you somebody who will."
Clotho had found a second Dan Brown book, which went on top of the first in the discard pile. (Unlike the much-devoured Danielle Steel, the cover was barely cracked, which seemed to be the state that all second-hand Dan Browns existed in.) "What kind of things do you fix?" she asked, curious.