"Right? That's what I said, but my uncle wouldn't listen to me. He's pretty stingy, I think."

She adjusted her scarf while she took an affected glance around the shop. "I think he's attached to most of it, actually." There was one in particular that he kept in a glass case right next to the counter—empty now, because he'd taken it out. "Don't know why he's selling this stuff if he wants it. He doesn't even make the shopfront presentable! Isn't it just self-sabotage?"