Finding Melody

Malcolm strolled the St. Lawrence Market. The place was worse than the floors of the stock exchange used to be. The noise was no better, either. Foxes were supposed to like quiet out of the way places. This was anything but that. People hawked their wares from tiny booths as shoppers squeezed past each other. The aisles were wide, but the sheer number of shoppers was mind-boggling. To think this was one of the first markets in the city. It’s been there before cars were invented and the sidewalks were wooden boardwalks over muddy dirt roads. Now it was surrounded by steel, glass, and concrete.

Finally, he stood a distance from the booth he looked for. Even with the myriad of scents, Malcolm’s nose zeroed in on the one scent that told him he was in the correct place. Lavender and vanilla. They must sell it here. Perhaps they had samples? It would explain the strength of it.

There she was. With his height, he could see over many of the human shoppers. Surprisingly, t