The Egyptian jewelry is the first thing she notices. The crown particularly. As well as a heavy necklace and some bracelets. "Say" says Gabriellina "Those are pretty! And I bet heavy, could I take them off your hands as a favor so you don't have to carry them home?" "Good try, but I prefer money to nothing" replies the girl. Gabriellina decides to start a little chat, it derives to "Gaga" "What?" the saleswoman is perplex and blinks "Gaga is the sound most babies make when they try to talk" "Oh, you have kids?" the woman is interested. "Not right now, but maybe some day! And I would love to have an heirloom, you know? Some inheritance to give them" "Alright, I see. Name your firstborn after me, Imam, and take the crown" "and necklace and bracelets?" "Sure, sure" then she thinks to herself "They were rubbish brought by the waves anyways"
*What kind of dress to pick?
*To get it, make a friend, see if they'll give it to you?
*Steal?
*Do them a favor?
*Get a job, hippy?
She should make a friend so she can get the pink tutu and stockings she so desperately craves. If that doesn't work, I bet her pelican friend could help.
ResponderEliminarWell bless the eyes that witness the miracle of Hobo re-emerging from the shadows of despair and catastrophe
ResponderEliminarYes, it's been half a month of harrowing hardships. But this marks my triumphant return. Perhaps the hobo in the story should make a re-emergence too?
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