Henry Blinked at the Quarter in his Palm
“I want you to know something.”- cheerfully retorted
- stop looking at your hand
- harken back to the bygone days
- grotesque and uncomfortable
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Henry blinked at the quarter in his palm. Without looking at me he said, “I want you to know something.”
I waited, but he did not continue. “If that’s all, then get a move on,” I cheerfully retorted. But he stood still, eyes riveted to his palm. “Hey, Henry, stop looking at your hand. It’s getting a little weird.”
“I’m an accountant you know,” he said in hushed awe. “But everything is electronic now. Coins like this harken back to the bygone days of my youth, back when money was a promise, not the grotesque and uncomfortable thing it is now.”
“Speaking of grotesque and uncomfortable,” I said, pointing to the Viscount where he lay in the grass, red wig askew, bleating at Tessa not to take his fancy footwear.
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