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he'd always miss, and Gram's breakfast was one of them. Retrieving his jacket from where he'd thrown it over the back of one of the chairs, Dieter left the house, locking the door before strolling down the walk to his car. He felt as though a cloud had parted and everything was going to be okay. Getting into the car, Dieter started the engine and eased out of his parking space and onto the quiet street.
    Dieter found a parking spot not far from Sommelier Wines. The store had a small parking lot, but Dieter tried to leave those spaces for customers, especially on weekends when the store was busiest. Walking to the front door, Dieter saw Sean inside working, and he rapped lightly on the door.
    "You're looking better,” Sean told him as he held the door open. “You must have gotten some sleep."
    "I did, and I talked to Tyler about the stuff in Gram's attic. He came over last night and looked around. You won't believe this, but he says that there're some great things up there, and he already found a real treasure chest. It's from the sixteen hundreds or something. You should come see it. The thing's really cool."
    "Have you decided what you're going to do with it?"
    "Yeah, Gram said the things in the attic were mostly stuff Gramps dragged home, so I'm going to sell what I can so I can fix up the house.” Dieter fidgeted a little. “And I think I need to make it look less like Gram's."
    "Good,” Sean told him as he relocked the door. “If you want to stay in the house, you need to make it your own. Otherwise it's just a memorial to your grandmother, and you'll never be able to move on. But like I said last night, take your time,” Sean cautioned. Dieter appreciated Sean's concern. Walking through the store, Dieter put his jacket in the office before getting right to work.
    "Dieter, I'm opening the doors,” Sean told him, and Dieter finished up his task, taking the empty boxes to the back and making sure there were no obstacles on the sales floor. A few customers trickled in and began to wander through the store. Sean greeted them and offered a tasting while Dieter continued filling shelves. As the store got busier, Dieter stopped filling and went into customer-service mode, helping people with their purchases.
    Later in the afternoon, Dieter saw Sean's partner, Sam, walk into the store, looking handsome in his police uniform. At one time, Dieter had had a bit of an infatuation with Sam, but he'd gotten over it. “Hey, Dieter, how are you holding up?” Sam asked after he'd greeted Sean with a quick kiss.
    "I'm okay,” he answered. It had become his stock answer, but he was starting to feel as though he truly would be. “It's getting easier."
    "You know if you need anything or just want to talk, either Sean or I will listen and do whatever we can.” Sam looked so serious but caring at the same time.
    "Thank you."
    Sam squeezed his shoulder before returning to Sean. Dieter saw them talking quietly for a few minutes, and then Sam said good-bye and waved before leaving the store.
    During a lull in the afternoon, Sean ordered sandwiches, and they took turns eating before returning to work and helping customers for the rest of the day.
    Near closing time, Dieter saw Tyler and his partner, Mark, enter the store, with Mark carrying Gram's photo album like it was a precious relic. Sean greeted them, and they talked for a few minutes before all three of them walked to where Dieter was just finishing with a customer. “Tyler and I have something we'd like to talk to you about,” Mark said very seriously. “Would you mind coming to the studio after work? It's important."
    Dieter looked to Sean, who looked confused, and then to Tyler, who looked as serious as Mark did. “Okay,” Dieter answered slowly, wondering what was wrong. He felt just like he had the day Gram found a certain magazine under his mattress.
    "It's not bad,” Tyler clarified, “but it is important."
    "I'll walk down after the store closes, if that's okay,”