“Rock.”Hewalksforwardafterthinkingafewwhile.
Rocksearchforthethinginstuffedbackpack,whilesherrypreparesthetea.Soonthesmootharomaofherbisfulloftheair,letsleepinessandtireeasedinthefortabledayinautumn.
“Afanofsweet?”ShewondersifRocklikessesorwantsanysugarintea.
“No,thanks!Idon’twanttetthefeelingofbitterness.”Rockshakeshisheadsoonafterlistening,refuseswithaseriouslook.
“Afanofbitter?”Sherrylooksatthetenyearsorsoboywithastonish,unwillingtoguessthereasonbehind.
“Probablynot,butitmustbebitter.”Hepickthetinyteacupupwithbothhands,sippingtheveealeftbysummer.
“It’sgood”dreamycolorandfvorwithin,butfullofbitternessoffadedlove.
“Asyoupleased.”Sherryanswered”Let’stalkaboutthestuffyoingtosell,shallwe?”
Rsoutavinylrecordwithatornpackageandshowstosherry,beledChopinPianoColleVol.XII.Sherrytakesouttherecordandchecked,surprisinglywithnosignifitscratdinagooddition.
“Pleasetakeitanyway,itdoesn’tmatterabouttheprice.”Somehowheseemsdespaired,likedoesnotwanttopossesstherecordanylonger.
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