Saturday, The 15th
Afternoon
ALTHOUGH MATERIALISM WAS ABHORRENT TO HIS DISPOSITION, he always held a guilty pleasure for second-hand items. Garage sales, consignment shops, or hand-me-downs: all sources were acceptable as long as the items came with a life all their own. The trip for the items was necessary, but his own bias drew him to a thrift shop as opposed to one of the many knock-off peddlers that dotted the storefronts, trying to attract gringo wallets. Admittedly, there were much less here than closer to the border, because fewer light faces were seen this far in.
Lily’s small hand gripped his with their fingers intertwined. She used her shoulder to propel both of their hands in a swinging motion as they walked. The cord connecting the player to their ears extended between them
