Work Text:
A gift
By Paula C.
Gen
For 200
"One hundred and sixty five," Blair counted out loud. That was what he had in his wallet. Looking once more at the book sitting on the table, he only needed a few more dollars to get, barring any accidents and calamities that his life seemed to throw his way at the moment.
A lithograph by Burton, Blair had been stopping once a week for the last six weeks.
"You sure no one as shown any interest in this?" Blair asked.
"No, no," the older man told Blair. "You are the only one to ask to look at it. And I know you boy. You'll have the money soon enough."
"Yeah," Blair said with a slight disappointment, "two more weeks."
"I have no doubt of that son."
"Next week Mr. Dobbs."
"Next week," he replied leaving the shop to find his friend Jim.
Ten minutes later a new customer walked in. "How can I help you?" Dobbs asked.
"A young man was in here a little while ago?"
"Blair. He's saving for a book I have."
"How much?"
"Two hundred dollars."
"Do you take credit?"
"Yes I do."
"Good, I owe him so much, this will be but a small payment."