“How’d you know she’d take the car?” Joe asked.
“She left the registration in her name.”
“Oh.” He pulled a jar of small seashells out of the latest box he’d brought up from the cellar. “If she saw everything else that happened, do you think she saw you telling her to go?”
Maybe. Probably. “It doesn’t change what she did.” One of the shells gleamed unnaturally in the light. Allie sighed and made a mental note to pour them out onto the counter and check. Later. “If you’re good here, I’ll go next door and grab us some coffee.”
“I’m good here.”
Allie grinned at the way the points of his ears had turned scarlet, yet again, and noted that her charm had been definitely overwritten.
Kenny had both cups of coffee ready when she reached the counter. That sort of thing had been happening a lot lately, the city and everyone in it anticipating her needs. Rough life, she supposed, but someone had to live it.
Back in the store, Joe looked up and smiled.
“I sold a yoyo while you were gone.”