They put up a plywood billboard instead of replacing the stone on the side of the building. A woman had died there. Pinned between the wall and the front of a car driven by a drunk.
Now, the jewelry store there advertised watches. Vinyl on top of wood, on top of a void that could not be filled. Jeanie thought this was tasteless but it wasn’t her call. She just sold the watches.
She didn’t own the shop. Jeanie had been hired after the incident, so she had never known the place before it. Jeanie had replaced the dead woman.