He doesn’t..

Breanna’s million dollar smile flashed at me, her eyebrows began to rise in question - then there was that all too familiar outline.

In place of her, was a Victorian era chair.

“Fuck” I muttered. As I walked over to Breanna. I looked at the chair in confusion, this one was the same elegant lines and aged wood as the others.

But unlike the previous times when I had used the Catcher, this one showed no outline of the person on it. It was exactly a chair.

I was so taken aback by this realization that I didn’t hear Gertrude come up behind me “No..” Her voice disbelieving and her eyes widened in joy.

“We had a matching chair already in the store?” She asked, then concluded with a nod “And you found it while cleaning! You’re a wonderful lad!”

She gave me a hug then moved to take the chair and put it with the others.

“It’s okay Gertrude” I said swiftly “I can handle it.”

She shook her head as she picked it up and started carrying it over “Nonsense!” She cried. “You moved everything else around. Besides, you’re overdue for you break!” She gave me a quick jerk of her head towards the door.

Then added “I don’t want you back for half an hour, and this one is paid” she hummed a little tune as she slipped Breanna as the chair in with the set.

I thought to myself “FuckFuckFuck!” As I was stepping out of the store.

Softly to myself “Now what am I going to do?”

I didn’t get to answer that question just then, because I got a text.