Adam’s POV
“Yah; the missed just loves her silver pieces. And a happy wife is a happy life.” I winked at the old man.
“Ain’t that th’ truth.” He snickered in agreement as he took out box after box and rang up the pieces. “Ain’t nothin’ else you’ll be gettin’?” I could see his little greedy eyes watch the numbers tick on the register almost comically.
“Hmmm.” I let my eyes rove over the case and saw something that caught my eye. “What about that?”
“This ‘un?” He scurried further down the case to an iridescent ammolite stone set in gold. The colors were reminiscent of a peacock, the vivid colors and craftsmanship of the necklace cast in gold was something unusual and striking to behold. “Ah, I don’t recon you’ll be takin’ this piece; it’s some of a kind and I’d hate to part with it.”
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