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WiP (Meadowville)
Jun. 21st, 2019 03:02 pmAnother excerpt from what is still a very rough draft (opening chapter previously posted here)
“I see her do that every time she comes in with you or her mom,” the shopkeeper says. Walt smiles back.
“She likes the smell of your shop. Most shops, really. Can of Prince Albert, if you’ve got it?”
The shopkeeper turns to a shelf behind the counter and takes down the pipe-tobacco.
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Chapter 2
Monday after supper, Walt strolls to the store on the corner, the one with the woods behind it. Anna walks with him, her weekly allowance jingling in the right-hand pocket of her dress. Just inside the shop entrance, she stops to breathe in the aroma of newsprint, varnished wood, overripe bananas, roast peanuts, tobacco, soap and chocolate candy. Then she lets go his hand and goes to look at the wooden magazine rack, while he turns to the big man at the counter, who has been regarding them with friendly amusement.“I see her do that every time she comes in with you or her mom,” the shopkeeper says. Walt smiles back.
“She likes the smell of your shop. Most shops, really. Can of Prince Albert, if you’ve got it?”
The shopkeeper turns to a shelf behind the counter and takes down the pipe-tobacco.
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