CHAPTER 38––––––––
Ping picked up Mara’s meditation crystal and took it to the metal cabinet, placing it on a shelf. He swung back the doors and leaned inside with both hands. When he straightened, he held an antique wooden cathedral-shaped tabletop radio.
“Oh! That’s a Philco 90,” Mara said, getting up from her mat, reaching for the radio.
“No, no. Sit down. No touching.” He nodded back to her mat with his forehead.
“Does it work? Look at the woodwork, the columns on the front, the fancy speaker grille, very cool. It looks like the outside is in great shape. Wow, those were built in the early ’30s.”
Ping set the radio on the ground next to his mat, facing Mara, but out of her reach. He dusted off his hands on his pants, walked over to close the cabinet and returned to his mat.
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