Remy walks into the old Victorian's entryway shaking twilight frost from his trenchcoat. His movements are awkward as his right arm is immobilized in a sling. He does the best he can with his left hand to brush away the frosted condensation.
Usually, The Well-Read Woman's Literary Sofa Society meets every Thursday from 7:00-9:00 in the basement of A Darn Good Yarn: Craft Supply and Bookstore. But tonight three of its four members have arrived fifteen minutes early to discuss the membership of the most recent addition to their select circle.
Oscar folded the last of the clean towels, and stacked them by the front counter, then resumed his post behind the check-in computer. Through the entrance doors, he watched two men talking and laughing as they approached, and he cued up what he thought of as his most reliable smile and head nod.