“Hey, how you doing?” the UPS driver greeted her. “Small shipment today.” He proceeded to check the addresses of the boxes with the shipping bill Cam handed him.
“You gals are doing pretty good with these books.” He smiled offhandedly, “My wife bought one at that bookstore in town for my little girl. She loved it. She’s using it as a diary. Won’t let anyone see what’s in it, though. All secret-secret, but then I guess you expect that from a twelve year old.” He rambled on as he checked the shipping papers. Cam almost didn’t hear him say, “This bookstore in Pittsburgh must be your biggest customer. They get a shipment every week.”
Cam looked at the address of the box he was loading onto the truck. “Briscoe Books” was the destination. Why was that name so familiar? Lost in thought, she almost didn’t hear him say good-bye or realize he was handing her the copies of the bills of lading.
“You’re really with it, today,” a voice whispered in her ear.