Lucille is visiting Flison, a little town in Vermont where she grew up. She’s visiting a local fabric shop, where her and her mother used to go all the time before she moved.

“Welcome.” An unenthusiastic girl behind the counter said, not looking up from her book.

Lucy looked around before she found what she wanted, a pretty pink gingham pattern, which was on the top shelf.

She approached the counter awkwardly, “um, excuse me.. may you help me get a roll of fabric down?” She was timid.