Want Ad Wedding. Cheryl St.John

      He opened his jacket, took a key from an inner pocket and slid it across the white linen surface. “Please visit as often as you like. Assess whatever furniture and items are needed. I’ll help if you want my help. Let me know when you need a buggy and I’ll have a driver at your disposal.” Still holding her gaze, he went on. “Booker & Son across from the jail has a large selection, even mirrors and dinnerware. Abram Booker has catalogs and can order anything you don’t find locally. Three blocks south of our house on the boulevard is Remmy Hagermann’s mercantile. There’s a furniture maker on First and Grant. Mr. Irving has pieces in stock or will build to order.”