“Brock had got one thing right. The windows were frosted with yellow dust. AM stations burped up old Buddy Holly songs from the idle trucks in the parking lot. Jamie knocked hard on the glass. Nothing. He slammed a flat palm onto the glass again. The door opened and a rush of hot, mildewed air swept out into the parking lot. A small man stood there with a sheet of baseball cards in his hands. “You looking to buy or sell? I know the Pirates aren’t exactly stellar this season, but I’ve got the who...le team for sale. Topps, of course. The good ones. You want to take a look at ’em?” “No, I don’t really, um, do the card thing,” Jamie said. “Well, come on in anyway. I’m sure we got something you’re looking for. Sort of in a transitional phase right now,” the little man said. Jamie shut the door behind him and staggered around piles of model planes and collectible Star Wars figures still wrapped in plastic. There were no shelves left in the store, just busted glass display cases and tiny slivers glinting from the corners where they’d been swept.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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