“Hello Mr. Darwin.”
“Oh hello, Senta,” said the bespectacled older man, who was only slightly taller than the ten year old girl. “How are you this cold morning?”
“I’m okay. Which of these buildings is going to be yours?”
“This one right here,” he replied, pointing to the left most of the two having their roofs put on. “I’m right next to Mr. Parnorsham’s Pfennig Store. I think that’s the best spot in the square. Don’t you?”
“I kind of thought you would have moved in there when Mrs. Wachtel died,” said Senta, indicating the shop just to the left of the Pfennig Store.
“Yes, well… to be honest, when Mrs. Wachtel… a… passed away,” Mr. Darwin crossed himself. “I had already signed the paperwork.”
“So what are they going to do with her place?”
“It’s my understanding that Mrs. Bratihn is going to take over the business.”
“I guess that will be good since her husband can’t work on account of being blind.”
“Mmm,” nodded Mr. Darwin, noncommittally while he took off his glasses to wipe them with a clean handkerchief.
“I didn’t expect Mrs. Government to let us go too long without a dress shop.”
Mr. Darwin bit his lower lip. “Senta, you are irrepressible. You are going to have to learn to watch what you say.”
Mr. Darwin is a very minor character. He is of course named for Charles Darwin. I just thought it would be great to have the man who made things from dinosaur skin be named Darwin.