Because of what we are, we slip by. Anthony first opened the store, just slightly right of center in tiny downtown Dogwood, about fifteen years ago. Anthony has looked twenty years old for about that long.
He and Jenit had originally planned to use only the front part of the deep old building as a comic shop, but now that Jenit is long lost the place has become something else. A bit of this and that. Side openings lead to rooms full of vintage clothing, records and old paperbacks. Paintings and photographs by local artists share space in the front with the pretty junk that Anthony pulls from dumpsters or buys at yard sales. He has a knack for good junk. He’ll even sell it to you if you press the issue.
There’s coffee. Anthony restored the old Bunn restaurant monster himself, and most of the time it does work.
Last month Ben and I moved into the apartment above the place. Local zoning says no, but we slip by because of what we are. It's much less hassle breaking in now.
Anthony moved back in with Stephen, our surviving father, after Jenit. Just after Jenit. A few years back. When I ask him about it, he just says that the old place is too big. No need for Stephen to ramble around in there alone.
I probably agree with him.
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