One chilly damp day about four years ago, we were out shopping in with Grandma, and the Curly-headed girl suddenly (it always happens that way) found herself in desperate need of a bathroom. We ducked into the Blue Kangaroo. It must have left quite the impression, because she's been talking about it ever since. I think she found her life's aspiration that day. She wants to own a bookstore of her very own.
So...I just about knocked five people down in my rush to get to this:
Mr. Eschateau and his daughter, Isabella both bought books. By the time we tallied up all the purchases from our customers, the inventory was insufficient. We had to order more.