The Nazi at the Flea Market…

The rain was pouring and Samuel Spring was not a happy camper. His Mother Ruth insisted on him taking her to the West Denlinha Flea Market. Sam didn’t like going to the place. It was located in a rough area and the people who were vendors and those who were shoppers were not people you would want to invite home for dinner.

There were booths all over the parking lot of the West Denlinha Mall with a few shops open…