Golden Crimes

Hometown

We walked down the narrow dirt road until Cherrywood was right in front of us. As we walked through the street (if you could call it that) I saw the same sad sights as always. A woman and her kids sitting on the walkway, a few men staggering out of the saloon complaing about not having any liquor to drink, and stray children making mad grabs for food from baskets. I also saw a lazy group of empire guards who sat at far end of the town, only moving to strike fear into those who live in Cherrywood.  "Wow, this place hasn't changed at all since I left. The small stores and shops here are still as run down as ever." I smirked at him and said "yeah, I don't think that's a good thing." We rounded a corner and I remembered that my mother wanted me to get some olive oil. I looked over at Terrance and asked "Hey, can you take this to my mothers house? I need to get some olive oil for my mom." He smiled and said " Sure thing, firefly." "Thanks."  I turned around and ran back towards the town square. I walked into "Charlie's spices and herbs."  I found some olive oil and took it to the counter. At the counter sat a man in about his mid fifties,  with a deep almond hair color that had a few streaks of light gray. He also had crinkle lines from smiling too much, and his hair was thinning on the top. He also gave warm hugs and had pretty olive skin. This was the man who owned the shop. My "Grandpa" Mr.Charlie. He turned towards me and said with a wide smile, " Hey kitty, how you been?" I laughed and said " Fine grandpa, but I need to get some olive oil." Ok kitty, three gold pieces." I frowned, suddenly very interested in my deep brown boots. His smile was understanding when he said " You don't have 3 gold pieces? Yeah, I thought so. Don't worry, it's on the house. Run along kitty." I smiled and " Bye grandpa! " over my shoulder. I  took about ten steps before a troublesome voice behind me said " Hey babe, where you do you think you're go'in?"