“Well, maybe yes, maybe not, but if it works, it works, I figure. Why don’t you take it,” Dave said, holding the medallion out to Nathan. “Seems you need it more than me right now, and I’m thinking that neck looks a little bare.”
Unconsciously, Nathan reached for his necklace, but of course it wasn’t there. He had left it on the passenger seat next to his phone. Nathan stared at the silver chain and medal in Dave’s outstretched hand. Besides the fact that Nathan didn’t feel right taking anything from this man who was obviously too kind for his own good, Nathan didn’t understand what he could possibly do with help from St. Anthony.
“I didn’t lose anything,” he said.
“Way I see it,” Dave smiled, taking Nathan’s hand and putting the necklace in it whether he wanted to accept the gift or not, “sometimes a thingain’t what gets lost.”
Nathan stared down at the medallion as Dave started wiping down the counter that didn’t really look all that dirty. What was he supposed to do with it?