She knew what was right. Steeling herself, she said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to do that”
Tammy sniffed the perfumed air appreciatively as she pushed Shimmy’s stroller into Devoiry’s store. It was these small, classy details that made her friend such a natural businesswoman.
There was a woman browsing the racks of tichels, but no saleswoman in sight.
“Devoiry?” Tammy called.
A moment later, Devoiry stepped out of the back room, sequined scarf flowing down her back, her face perfectly made up.
“You’re here!” Devoiry gave her a hug. “Thanks for coming by.”
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