Krem was keeping busy, keeping as busy as he could, but as for the past three, so for this year, October was already shaping into some kind of surrealness. He wasn't sure what to do with it at this point. So, he kept busy.

He was aware of Bull coming into the shop before the client, which was probably for the best. He finished what he was working on, eased the woman out of her coat, and assured her it would be ready within two days--he had several other things, but hers was an easy enough piece. When she turned to leave, she didn't seem particularly phased by Bull. But then, the people of Darrow often didn't seem phased by much of anything.

The shop was quiet in her absence. Krem pressed the heel of his palm against his forehead.