Winslow Homer Gloucester Harbor

Winslow Homer Gloucester HarborEdward Hopper Second Story SunlightEdward Hopper Route 6 Eastham
IT IS CAT-FLAVOURED? he added, his tone taking on a definite menace, or rather more menace than it had already.
‘Um, no. That’s our Supreme Assortment.’
The customer tossed it aside.
No.
The shopkeeper looked both ways and then pulled open a drawer under the counter, at the same time lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. ‘Of course,’ she said, ‘for that very special occasion . . .’ It was quite a small box. It was also entirely black, except for the name of the contents in small white letters; cats, even in pink ribbons, wouldn’t be allowed within a mile of a box like this. To deliver a box of chocolates like this, dark ?’
The customer seemed to panic.
ELSE? SHOULD THERE BE ANYTHING ELSE? IS THERE SOMETHING ELSE? WHAT IS IT THAT SHOULD BE DONE? ‘I’m sorry, sir?’strangers drop from chairlifts and abseil down buildings. The dark stranger peered at the lettering.‘DARK ENCHANTMENTS,’ he said. I ?WKEIT?.‘For those intimate moments,’ said the lady.The customer appeared to consider the relevance of this.The shopkeeper beamed.‘Shall I wrap them up, then?’YES. WITH A RIBBON.‘And will there be anything else, sir