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"Characters Speaking"
Characters Thinking
/Authors Comments\
~~~Previous~~~
"Oh, he was pretty mad," I stated softly.
"He was?" He questions.
Kevin nods his head slightly. "He said he didn't come here to have his naked rear end spied on."
"Of course not. Will he be down soon?" He queries.
"He already left," I say softly.
He licks his lips nervously. "I would've liked to have offered my personal apology."
"If some guy looked at you in the shower, would you ever want to see him again?" Kevin queries.
"I suppose not." He acknowledges.
"I don't think you'll see him for the rest of our trip," Kevin comments.
"I understand." He says reluctantly.
A smile appears on Kevin's face. "Bye."
"Have a lovely day." He calls out as we walk off.
~~~Present~~~
"Good morning, Mr and Miss McCallister." The doorman says as we walk outside.
"Morning." We both call back before looking in front of us.
The driver looks up, points at us and opens the limo door. The man next to him, Cedric, I believe he is called, turns to look at us. "Mr and Miss McCallister, here's your own cheese pizza."
Kevin and I share a smile before getting inside the limo. We pour a glass of Coke and take a slice each from the pizza. Kevin puts his pizza down and presses the button above him. It lowers the partition in front of us and shows us the driver. Kevin picks up the phone next to him. "Hello?"
The driver picks up the other phone next to him at the front. "Hello."
"Know any good toy stores?" Kevin questions.
The driver turns his head to look at us. "Yes, sir."
Kevin puts the phone back on its hook, picks up his pizza slice and starts eating again. We ate all the pizza and drank our Coke at the toy store.
The driver walks around the limo, opens the door, and we step out. "Here we are, sir, madam: Duncan's Toy Chest."
Kevin gazes at the store in amazement. "Merry Christmas, Kevin."
We head inside to see a lot of different toys, such as a train on a large train track, a rocking horse, figurines, a doll house and such. Kevin looks around in amazement. "This is the greatest accident of my life."
Kevin rushes off and looks for things he wants to buy. I let out a soft chuckle and slowly followed him. I stand to the side when Kevin pays for them. The man behind the counter looks down at Kevin. "You shopping alone?"
"In New York? Sir, I'm afraid of my own shadow. And my older sister is with me." Kevin says.
"I was just checking." The man admits.
"That's very responsible of you." Kevin acknowledges.
"Oh, well, thank you." The man says. "That'll be $23.75." Kevin takes out the envelope filled with money. "My, my, my. Where did you get all that money?"
Kevin hands over the money he owns. "Uh, I have a lot of grandmothers."
"Oh." The man puts the money in the till. "Well, that explains it."
Kevin looks around. "This is a nice store. One of the finer toy dealerships I've ever visited in my life."
The man holds out Kevin's change. "Well, thank you."
"This Mr Duncan must be a nice guy...letting all the kids come into his store and play with his toys." Kevin looks around before looking back at the man. "Most toy stores prohibit that."
"Is that so?" He questions.
"Yep," Kevin says.
The man looks up and gazes at the children briefly. "Well, he loves kids. All the money the store takes in today...Mr Duncan is donating to the Children's Hospital. And the day after Christmas...we empty all the money in the cash register...and Mr Duncan just takes it right down to the hospital."
"That's very generous of him." Kevin praises, impressed.
"Ahh, well, children bring him a lot of joy...as they do to everyone who appreciates them."
I watch as a thoughtful look appears on Kevin's face. He opens the envelope and takes out $20. "I'm not supposed to spend this money, but I have $20 from shovelling snow in a jar in our garage...where my older brother can't find it. So, I can pay my mother back with that. So, you can give this to Mr Duncan. The hospital needs it more than I do. Besides, I'll probably spend it on stuff that will rot my teeth and mind."
A smile appears on the man's face before he laughs happily. "Ah, that's –That's very sweet of you. You see that tree there? Well, to show our appreciation for your generosity...I'm going to let you select an object from that tree...that you can take home with you."
"For free?" Kevin asks.
The man nods his head. "And, may I make a suggestion?"
"Okay." Kevin agrees.
He takes two doves from the tree. "Take the turtledoves."
"I can have two?" Kevin questions, surprised.
"Well, 'two turtledoves.' And I tell you what to do. You keep one...and you give the other one to a very special person. You see, turtledoves...are a symbol of friendship and love. Now, as long as each of you has your turtledove...you'll be friends forever." The man comments passionately.
"Wow, I never knew that. I thought they were just part of a song." Kevin admits.
"They are. And for that very special reason." The man holds them out.
Kevin carefully takes them from him. "Wow...Thanks."
"Merry Christmas." The man says with a smile.
"Merry Christmas to you, too," Kevin says back cheerfully. "Be sure to bundle up if you go outside. It's a little nippy." Kevin offers as he puts on his hat.
The man looks towards the door. "Oh. I'll do that."
Kevin picks up his items and walks over to me. He looks to the left to see a portrait of the same man he was just talking to. We look back to see that he has gone. We share a look before shrugging our shoulders and leaving the store.
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