As soon as he was done for the day at the pawnshop, Dirk called Tripp and Fey to say he was on his way over. He figured he shouldn’t have been too surprised to find out the kids weren’t at the apartment building but on the Mall. “Hanging with friends,” as Fey put it.
He said that was fine, then suggested they meet up by the front entrance to the Library. “I’ll feed you and then we’ll hit up the thrift store on Broadway to get you both some new clothes.”
“Thrift store?” Dirk could imagine her wrinkling her nose when she said that.
“Sorry. It’s all my budget will allow,” he told her.
“That’s okay. Sometimes you can find good stuff in them.”
When he got to the library, Fey and Tripp were already there. After a brief discussion, they took the bus down Broadway, getting off by the thrift s
