The Reach of a Sea Horse :: N2W 220709

Gerald opened the door, smiled awkwardly and said, “Ms. Davis. You came. I’m so pleased.”

“Yes, um, you never told me your last name.”

“I really prefer just, Gerald. Please come into my shop. I don’t open for another two hours so we have plenty of time.”

As she stepped in, she left a small, wary little girl who had been hiding behind her mom.

Gerald stooped down to greet her. “And you must be Rachel,” he said holding out his hand, but Rachel only made a face of discomfort and stepped back away from him.