“I love the old-time basin and pitcher,” I told Arlene, the principal’s wife.
For the sake of my bridegroom, Gavin, I wanted to make a good impression on Arlene and her
husband. The china pitcher, holding dried grasses, sat in its matching bowl on the table under the window.
“They came from Simcoe’s Antiques, which you passed on your way into town,” she told me. “I saw it in the window when we first moved here, and fell in love with it. Since then, I’ve seen similar sets at estate sales at much lower prices. Cy Simcoe really ripped me off.”