Re: log: jude/louis
There was no question that the store was quiet, but a customer did enter a few minutes into their conversation, earning a nod from Louis as they walked in the front door. The woman was a regular - she liked the books in tall, ungainly stacks at the back. No doubt his other early-morning visitor would be by soon, a tall man who dug through the piles of toy boxes in the room off to the left.
He replenished the stock once a week from the shelves of the warehouse outside town, also owned by the former owner of this place. He was going to need to start tapping the old owner's contacts soon, purchasing new stock for himself. There was a battered red address book in the telephone table upstairs filled with scribbled dealer's numbers and barely legible notes. The challenge was daunting, but he was going to need to take it on soon, or he'd run out of bits and bobs to sell.
"I'm sure you could figure it out between the two of you," he said, amused at the thought. It was a charming image, actually, petulant Oliver trying to herd a tiny baby around. Once she started walking, Louis had no doubt Joey would be just as impossible as the rest of her family.
"It doesn't present much of a challenge," he said, dry as ever. "I prefer to practice on neighbor's pets. And anyone silly enough to think they can walk a dog through my store."