His name was Beaufort Jones, his family had owned this drugstore for over 100 years. He knew Lu – he knew Lu for longer than I had known the world.
His hand rubbed a cloth over the gleaming counter, tracing large circles that had been marked for a century. Beaufort looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “I always knew you would come,” then quieter, “I just thought she would send for you once her father passed.”
Sitting on the stool, I held my breath.
“He never did approve – he never knew you and he never forgave her.”