I stood there licking my dry lips.
I have an addiction.
“You’re having a shopping high,” my niece/sister, Sheree, said with a laugh. Her slender figure crouched over the high quality material while I bounced my baby girl on my hip.
I looked at the books tightly stacked in shelves around the shop. The most expensive being three dollars. The cover smooth and barely touched. The pages used but still crisp.
“I think you’re right,” I said.
Handing the cash to the sweet old lady felt like I was being paid.
I walked out the door, books for me and kiddo in hand, with a smile on my face.
You can check out The Owl Bookstore at 1107 S 12th St, Bismarck.