Oh, right, that's where she'd left the indignation, humiliation, and rage. Right around Dog Pun Avenue. So glad she'd found it. She came about three seconds from slamming it shut behind them, hard enough to jar half the wall, let alone the door. She even kicked it hard enough to do so. But her eyes were on the haphazard wiggling of her book. A lot of those pages were holding on by literal threads. She caught the door before it could slam shut, pausing long enough to close it, nicely, eyes never leaving the man and her book.
"It's not useless!" she snapped. Wait, wrong message. "I mean, it is to you, but..." Fuck, she was terrible at this. No wonder she had hundreds of dollars worth of books and no one to sell them to.
She did, in fact, lunge for it when he lowered it to look better, and did, in fact, get tripped by his cane. She hadn't been expecting him to move it so quickly, or at all. She'd sort of been operating under the assumption that he used it, y'know, to walk or something. She stumbled as it caught in her ankles, tripping sort of sideways against the wall before catching her balance. Meanwhile, he was continuing backwards away from her.
She began to follow again immediately, this time keeping an eye on where he had the cane.
"It's-- a thousand dollars?"
That book was not, objectively speaking, worth one thousand dollars. If she got good market value for all the books in her box, she could maybe net one to two thousand dollars. That would be if she sold all of them. At good value.
Even a single semester of school was a lot more than that. Hence her borderline despair at not having gotten the scholarship. A thousand dollars was a lot of money. Especially for a very old, very worn book that wasn't quite worthless, but would have to be completely rebound to be even vaguely sellable. She stared in bewilderment.
A thousand dollars...
Still wasn't enough to go to college with, so all she'd be was out her most valuable possession and up a thousand that would wind up going to bills and food and her mother's drugs.
"I-it's not for sale," she repeated, with slightly less confidence. When he smiled, he had the teeth of a shark. There was a zero percent change he was human. She was alone in his house. He probably didn't actually need that cane to walk.
Ahhhh, fuck. Fuuuuck.
She reached for it again. "I-if you're interested in any of the other books, you can look through... If not I'll just, uh..." Leave. Skeedaddle. Fucking run, because she didn't know if you could be double-cursed but a witch's curse didn't protect you from being, like, eaten. Actually, if anything, it spoke to her desperation that she was still willing to let him peruse through the box while she, presumably, stood nervously to the side wondering what he ate with teeth like that. "Be on my way," she decided on, which made her sound like an old lady from a 1950s movie. Ugh.
"It's not useless!" she snapped. Wait, wrong message. "I mean, it is to you, but..." Fuck, she was terrible at this. No wonder she had hundreds of dollars worth of books and no one to sell them to.
She did, in fact, lunge for it when he lowered it to look better, and did, in fact, get tripped by his cane. She hadn't been expecting him to move it so quickly, or at all. She'd sort of been operating under the assumption that he used it, y'know, to walk or something. She stumbled as it caught in her ankles, tripping sort of sideways against the wall before catching her balance. Meanwhile, he was continuing backwards away from her.
She began to follow again immediately, this time keeping an eye on where he had the cane.
"It's-- a thousand dollars?"
That book was not, objectively speaking, worth one thousand dollars. If she got good market value for all the books in her box, she could maybe net one to two thousand dollars. That would be if she sold all of them. At good value.
Even a single semester of school was a lot more than that. Hence her borderline despair at not having gotten the scholarship. A thousand dollars was a lot of money. Especially for a very old, very worn book that wasn't quite worthless, but would have to be completely rebound to be even vaguely sellable. She stared in bewilderment.
A thousand dollars...
Still wasn't enough to go to college with, so all she'd be was out her most valuable possession and up a thousand that would wind up going to bills and food and her mother's drugs.
"I-it's not for sale," she repeated, with slightly less confidence. When he smiled, he had the teeth of a shark. There was a zero percent change he was human. She was alone in his house. He probably didn't actually need that cane to walk.
Ahhhh, fuck. Fuuuuck.
She reached for it again. "I-if you're interested in any of the other books, you can look through... If not I'll just, uh..." Leave. Skeedaddle. Fucking run, because she didn't know if you could be double-cursed but a witch's curse didn't protect you from being, like, eaten. Actually, if anything, it spoke to her desperation that she was still willing to let him peruse through the box while she, presumably, stood nervously to the side wondering what he ate with teeth like that. "Be on my way," she decided on, which made her sound like an old lady from a 1950s movie. Ugh.
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