"Kenneth, where did you buy those old books?" Clayton Xavier asked eagerly, deeply regretting his own purchase.
He had spent over seven dollars on just six new books, while Adrian Hawthorne's huge sack of books had only cost a few dollars. It was such a bargain.
"The scrap collection station. Nan reminded me."
Adrian Hawthorne shared the information freely. It was no secret, after all—anyone could go there. He also made sure to mention Nan Thorne, giving her full credit for the idea.
Draped over Goldie Thorne's back, so sleepy her head kept nodding, Nan Thorne heard her name and jolted awake. She looked over groggily. 'Why are they calling me?'
"It's nothing. Go back to sleep."
Adrian Hawthorne gently patted her on the head. Nan Thorne even nuzzled against his hand before peacefully falling back to sleep.
Patrick Thorne, however, felt that something wasn't quite right. 'Why did that look so much like someone petting a puppy?'
