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By grateful one My momma warned me again about the place i was about to
enter.Her stern words were more directed at me than the shop keeper. "Now you
don't stir him up.You know he is hateful as can be,"She poured out her agitated
words without considering my reply.I had no reply any how. Most of the town left
him to keep his shop in peace, and rarely would you see a soul trading with
him.Most of the little town's shop keepers stood out in front of their shops
smiling.They invited new business in.This was not the case with mr.Asher.He was
sort of like the old postmaster who rarely was seen anywhere but behind the
walls where he worked, passing a small opening occasionally, only speaking when
spoken to. I thought it was puzzling, the differences in people and mr.Asher was
one of those people that puzzled me. "What can i do for you? "The bearded man
growled loudly from behind his dusty work bench. He never looked up at me as he
continued to quietly work on something out of my sight.I could see to the ground
through the gaps of the old pine floor beneath my weathered boots.I was
surrounded by dust covered saddles, leather ware, and a multitude of unopened
boxes that lay strewn around the shop. "I'll ask you again.What is your business
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saw his dark, wolf gray eyes as they rotated up to meet mine without ever moving
his cap covered head.For a short time, i wasn't sure i could respond, even
though his voice commanded an immediate answer.I figured him to be a mean and
bitter old man.My mom was right, no one in the community seemed to like him, but
my dad said he knew his trade. Finally, he put christian louboutin paris his work tools
down and stood to stretch his stiff back.This movement pressed the large,
leather apron out exposing a network of cracks and creases from years of use.The
apron and tools were free of dust and they shined as if they had been newly
polished. "Young man, i don't recall inviting my customers to stand and watch me
work. " His over sized hands scratched his head and tugged at his beard, then
balled up and pressed against the counter above the bench.I clutched my small
money purse in my sweaty hands and considered leaving the leather shop without a
response. "I thought perhaps you could make a belt chaussure christian louboutin for my
father,"My voice rang out, sounding strangely weak. Before i could turn to leave
the old man was lifting a wooden trap door that bridged the counter top to
another bench and he came from behind his barricade.I backed away as he limped
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