a little crazy over the weekend, and so she'd asked Whit if she could come in that morning and catch up on some of the more paperwork-y things that she'd been unable to do during her usual hours.

Whit had been more than a little surprised at her offer—she really didn't see why—but had agreed that she could if she wanted and to just leave a note telling him how many hours she'd worked when she left.

So when she heard the bell ring as she was doing inventory on the ice cream she kicked herself mentally for failing to lock the door, and looked up to tell whoever was coming in that the place was closed, but immediately changed gears when she saw who had come in.

"Mr. Barclay!" sheghost."

"I just might have, Bernard. I just might have."

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When Whit came down the stairs from his corner office, Bernard having gone to the attic to clean the windows there, he saw a very anxious-looking George Barclay standing near the ice cream counter with a young man he'd never seen before. He wasn't sure if he liked the look of him—skinny jeans, a grungy t-shirt, tattoos, and piercings—but he took a closer look and realized that whoever this kid was that he needed help, and badly, rebellious or not.

He also noticed that Connie was still in the room.

"Hello, George," he said as he walked up to his friend and stuck out his hand. "What's happening?"

"Whit," he replied, his voice slightly ragged, as he took Whit's hand to shake it