Snippet #2442598

After returning from the clubhouse a bit later, Philius busied himself with setup. He unlocked the front door, opened the metal shutter, set a few rare books out in a glass case on the lonely table under the lonely light bulb, then began sweeping the dust out of the place, whistling Vivaldi as he worked.

Looking around, he frowned at the emptiness of the space. Philius grabbed a few boxes from his car, some filled with knickknacks and personal belongings, most with his own books, and brought them upstairs to his living area. After setting all that up, he went back down to the shop and put up a few posters. Photographs of book piles and quotes from famous authors, along with one or two reproduction movie posters from the forties and fifties.

Satisfied that he had accomplished all he could until his stock came in from the distributor, he eased into his comfortable leather chair behind the checkout desk and opened a book.