Dear friends, who own a mom-and-pop store, are struggling with life at its worst right now on several different levels. The latest catastrophe to hit is that their little store was robbed of a small fortune in merchandise. They are understandably beside themselves, not just for the monetary loss but also for the sense of violation thrust upon their trusting, goodhearted nature.
A note of cheer in this dismal account is that a few little kids came in with personal items comparable to those stolen and donated them to the store's owners ...
CoCo