What do you think? he said cautiously.
Nina was still obsessing over the small ads for vans when she ought to have been preparing for the interview, but couldn’t find anything even vaguely as nice as this one elsewhere. It just felt right, with its funny little nose and its curved roof. There was nothing for it. She was going to have to go to Scotland.Griffin came up behind her, squinting.
You cannot be serious, he said.I just want to have a look, she protested. It’s just a thought.Time’s running a bit short for thoughts, said Griffin. Uh, could I ask you something?
What? said Nina, instantly wary.Could you look over this application for me? He looked shamefaced.
Griffin, you know I’m going for the same job!
Uh-huh. But you’re so much better at this stuff than me.Yes. I think so. You have convinced me. Perhaps we should turn this train to books, huh? Have a book train?
I love that idea! said Nina. But, uh, maybe best start small.But you will be in Birmingham and your van will be in Scotland.
Yes, I know, said Nina. I’m going to figure it out soon.That does not seem to me very good way to run a bookshop.