Chapter 12

The sound of hinges squealing made him turn back towards the checkout counter. A door he hadn’t noticed behind the counter had pushed open and Marty stepped out of it backwards, holding a large box in both hands. When he glanced around the shop and saw Rick, he smiled widely. “Hey, it’s you. You’re a little early.”

“I thought parking would be a problem,” Rick admitted, drifting over to the counter. “What do you have there?”

“Posters.” Marty set the box down on a stool behind the counter and sighed. “They aren’t a huge seller, but sometimes I give them away as prizes on game nights. You want to take a look and see if there’s any your son might like?”

Rick grinned. “Thanks, but he doesn’t need one. He can earn it when he comes by on Friday like everyone else.”