"We're open until 5:00 pm. Then we're closed..."
There was a list of days that she named and Simmy tuned her out and waited until she took a breath before quickly saying, "Well, we'll be right down then... so we can take a look around."
... Sam thought he had the map figured out but he turned the wrong way on Portage and had to retrace his steps... Simmy managed to keep her mouth shut, mostly,... at least, she didn't scold Sam with any recriminations or discipline.
Whew! Progress!
Three floors of antiques plus a basement full of old windows and tinned ceiling tiles proved to be a treasure hunt of interest. Simmy held up a piece of fabric and then, when she saw the price, put it back. As she was about to leave the area, Sam said, "Where is that fabric with the circles?"
"I put it back because..."
"Buy it! You love that type of fabric. You'll only regret it if you don't. Go! Get it!"
That kind of command isn't very hard to follow so Simmy picked it up and Sam took it from her immediately so she wouldn't put it down anywhere when he wasn't looking.
As they drove home, there was a plaque on a building that was dedicated to Rev. Harry Lehotsky which paraphrased as...
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