Bess studied the woman who had just walked through the door.  She thought she would have remembered her if she had seen her before because of her interesting way of dressing and the fact the she was about the same height.  Most women were several inches shorter than she was.  Perhaps she is new to town, she mused.

“Of course you can,” she replied.  The cufflinks were sitting on top of a display case close to the window, along with a few other pieces of jewelry.  If this woman didn’t buy them, they would be going in the case later today. 

Picking them up, she walked over to the customer and handed them to her.  “They’re one of a kind,” she said.  Stephanie was still humming as she arranged the jewelry n the window.  Bess glanced over at her and then back to Ruth.  “If my niece’s singing is bothering you, I will tell her to stop.”