She loved the way charity shops were so unlike other carefully curated and arranged shops. No supermarket aisles here. Aladdin’s cave. A gallimaufry. She never went in looking for something and never knew what she would come out with. Surprise. The bell rang on the door. Packed shelves of ornaments and crockery. Retro books and discs. The tickets flickered as her phone swept past rendering her price. The “old lady” on the counter smiled: “Good to see you again, Penny. Let me show you the child that helped last time. Oh and there’s something you’ll love just to your left.”