Wouldn’t order copies.

Just stood at the counter and read.”

Samantha set her pen down flat.

“Did he give a name?”

“He did.” Edith looked at the shelf behind her, then at the counter, then back at the shelf.

“I’d have it in the log if the log were where I left it.”

Samantha wrote something on the back of her own card.

“And you’ve got a duplicate.” Edith slid a second sheet across.