“That piece grabs people’s notice.”
The voice surprised me so much I almost leaped. An elderly guy sat close to the garage in a collapsible seat, observing me closely.
He appeared ancient. Sparse gray hair, pale complexion, a long brown jacket buttoned right up to his neck despite the sticky heat. But his stare bothered me the most.
Sharp. Watchful.
As if he already understood something about my life.
“Are you selling this?” I inquired.
“I sure am.”
“For just 40 bucks?”
“That is what the paper says.”
I moved around the sofa at a slow pace, pushing my palm against the soft material. The cloth was frayed in spots, but the structure seemed sturdy.
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