“I can’t take it. At least let me pay you.”
“A souvenir, Clyve. And it’s rude to decline a gift, ain’t it?”
“At least let me pay for something I will choose.” I wandered around. I found a sewing machine, old musical instruments, stacks of comic books, folding knives, and an old necklace with a blue teardrop pendant. That reminded me of her eyes.
Classy.
I gave it to the old man and paid for it. I looked at Westley who was still busy dusting an old ukulele. I hoped she wouldn’t notice me, and I didn’t want her to comment on the item I chose.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Stan.” She hugged the old man one more time before leaving.
“Spend some time with the lad, Audene!”
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“THANK YOU for today, Westley. I had fun.” I placed the things I bought on top of the wooden coffee table.
“So, ar
