“I’d like to buy it back,” Andy says, his hands tucked in his pockets to control his never. It took little to 6minuites to get there and he would hate to stay out any longer than necessary. He doesn't need to give his father any more reason to suspect him.
“You might want to be a little more specific. Which book?” the old man asks, putting the cigar in the ashtray beside him.
Andy hurriedly describes the book to him. “It came with a few colors and pencils.” he tries his best to explain so that the man doesn't mistake it for any other book.
“I remember that book.” he nods his head then continues, “But I can't give it back to you. I have already sold it.” he continues, much to Andy’s displeasure. He knew and was without a doubt aware of the chances of it being sold. That doesn't mean that
