Voodoo rolls his eyes as she breaks down laughing, relaxing his stance and tapping the brim of the cap to bring it up a little higher on his head. "Everyone's a critic."

As he starts looking around the store for anything else they can take back:

"Better wear it while I can. Mother'll knock it off my head as soon as we make it back to the post office."

A beat.

"-it ain't that he don't like the Bruins. More like he's real strict on no covers indoors," he says, rapping the hat with his knuckles.

A flash of blue and red from beneath an overturned shelf catches his attention, and he gets down on one knee to move it. Beneath is a child's Red Sox hoodie - dusty, but intact.

"Here we go," Voodoo says, brushing it off as he stands back up. "Get 'em while they're young."