As Barry entered, he was assaulted by a stench of distilled nursing-home-funk. Recovering, he looked around at the many artifacts of the shop.
  The pawnshop walls were lined with slightly outdated and out-warn household items, yesterday's George Foreman grill, beside outmoded clothes. However, this shop also had a peculiar number of personal items: letters, postcards, photographs.
  "Apostrophe, go see if that young man needs any help," said the store owner, not looking up. The boy did not respond either.