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The Reply She Did Not Post
Hannah wanted the reply up before the comment found more company. Under the photo of the new window, someone had written that a novel from the shop had come home with blank pages where a chapter should have been. The words were polite. Polite, under a picture that was already collecting replies, was how a small complaint turned into the story people told about the place.
The window in the photo was the one she had stayed late to dress. A missing chapter, said in public under that glass, would sit on the shop longer than any one book. That was why her thumbs were already moving.
She had the answer half written. Sorry you got that copy. Bring it back and we will put another in your hand. She wanted it settled before lunch, the way she thought a careful shop answered: