Vignette
an excerpt

Jane stared at him for a moment. Hank was certainly an odd duck, but she wasn’t quite sure what was odd about him. Shaking it off, she returned to the register for the rest of the Tony Hillerman books, which she quickly shelved. “Hey, Chris, you here yet?” she called from the aisle.

“Yeah, you need me?”

“Which came first The Fallen Man or Sacred Clowns?”

“Sacred Clowns. When are you going to remember that?”

“I don’t know.” She emerged from the aisle. “I think when I read them the first time, I missed Clowns altogether. I can’t seem to ever remember where it goes. I just know it’s next to Fallen. Hellen came earlier and she found the whole series at an estate sale. The shelf looks much less barren now.”

“I should bring in a couple I have. I was going to use them for Book Crossing, or, well, let my girlfriend use them for Book Crossing, I should say. But if your shelf is bare, that’s much more important.”