Lanny scowled at the boy eyeballing her wares through the window. Surely, he was thinking of stealing.
Snow fell lightly, but it was warm inside, and business was good. All was well.
The boy shivered. An act? Probably. Would he make it through another night? Surely.
Turning a knitted toboggan in her hands, she considered, just for a moment, taking it out to the boy. She imagined his excitement as he donned the cap.
But she was a businesswoman, not a charity. Replacing the toboggan, she turned from the boy at the window, and a bit of her soul died.
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