Father's day was in June, as best as Gold could remember. Plenty of time away to not worry about shopping. But he supposed he had to appreciate someone with enthusiasm.
"That's very specific," he said, clearly amused, even as he rummaged around underneath the counter of his register. "Don't bother with those, if that's the case." Hey, even he had crap to offer sometimes. And other times, not so much. He settled a largish jewelry box on the counter in front of him, and opened it with no flourish. He didn't need flourish, when the contents would speak for itself. No antique dealer just left the nice stuff sitting out, that was just asking for robbery.