The woman, whose name tag read Mabel , didn't move toward the utility aisle. Instead, she leaned over a wooden crate filled with jars of hand-poured wax. "Plain light is for emergencies, dear. But a home needs a feeling ."
He wasn't just waiting for the power to come back on anymore. He was finally, quietly, home. buy candles
Elias looked at the "utility" candles—ten to a pack, shrink-wrapped in plastic. Then he looked at the jars Mabel was pointing to. One was labeled Cedar & Rain , another Morning Coffee . The woman, whose name tag read Mabel ,