“Two sugars, no cream,” I said, not that I intended to drink it. I hated coffee.
“They have great iced tea,” Steven got out.
“Perfect. I’ll have what you’re having!”
That did get a smile out of him.
I walked him to the coffee shop and then walked down to the thrift store. Not only did I have twenty dollars in my pocket, I also had already been able to do something for him, the man who had saved my lifeand was, hopefully, going to give me the best vacation of my life.
I elbowed my way into the crowded store and headed to one side. The middle was filled with clothing and women. The sides had dishes and ornaments and trinkets and God knows what, the latter being probably what I was after.