Virdin looked at the bag which I"d settled on the counter. “What"s that?”
“Remember that green dress I wore?”
He smiled. “Oh my, I sure do!”
“Could you keep it here for me?”
“Why?”
“I"m going to be traveling and where I"m going, I can"t carry this heavy thing, nor wear it. I"ve gotta travel as light as I can.”
Virdin rubbed his chin. “Well, I suppose I could.”
“Thanks.” I probably wouldn"t be picking it up again. If it hung wherever he’d put it, after a month or two he"d probably sell it … or give it to his future wife. I didn"t care.
A younger version of Virdin was ringing up a sale and when he finished, Virdin said, “Gilbert, come here. Say hello to a good new friend I"ve made on my trip home.” Virdin held out his hand to the young man, who was around my age.
“Hi,” I said.
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