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 Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:22 pm
“Jesus, relax, kid. I’m not going to try and kidnap you. I just wanted to know what your name so I knew who I was talking to. You’ve got…a really active imagination, don’t you?” he prompted, but it really didn’t take a genius to figure that out; she’d been spewing nonsense for a while, now.
“What the hell would I do with you if I kidnapped you, anyway?” he asked, one brow raised. He certainly couldn’t handle her chatter for that long. “It’s not like your mother wouldn’t know you got kidnapped in the store—and I’m the only one working here, today, so clearly they’d know it was me. Jett, by the way,” he introduced idly, if only so she wouldn’t go off on his case and start calling him rude mister ghost man. “Anyway, Millicent. I’ll make you a deal.”
He tapped his finger in thought, trying to decide exactly what he was going to do. “I will give you,” he pushed the pig forward so she could reach it, “This pig. And your money back. If you take your mother out to dinner tonight. Even if it’s just fast food.” Thirty bucks wasn’t exactly going to buy a gourmet meal, but he wasn’t asking for fancy—and what person didn’t like fast food.
He placed the two bills on the counter, looking the girl in the eyes as he made his offer. “Deal?”
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:36 pm
She looked at him, eyes narrowed. Sure. He could say he wasn’t going to kidnap her all he wanted to, but that didn’t mean he was telling the truth! He was a bad guy! He was horrible! He was rude and selfish! He was…
Giving her the pig.
In a moment, the child’s face lit up and she nodded. “Okay Mr. Jett…” Millie reached out, grabbing the pig and hugging it tightly. When he finished his long winded rant about her taking her mother to dinner, she nodded, then scooped her money up, stuffing it back into her change purse. “Take mom to dinner, got it. I’ll do that, Mr. Jett. And I’ll take her for some ice cream too. Thank you! For the piggy. I’ll make sure he’s loved a lot! If you get any more pigs, keep them hidden for me, okay? I’ll come stop by next time mom and I go shopping! You and I can be friends!”
She seemed sure of herself, and laughed at the thought that she had figured Jett to be a mean person! He was nice! He gave her the pig, so he was a good guy. “You’re a jedi, I bet, aren’t you! Yeah! And if you’re not yet then you will be someday…except you might be too old to start training!”
Millicent laughed then backed up, eyes still on Jett. “I have to go now, Mom’ll be worried…It was nice meeting you and stuff!” She bolted then, holding the pig as though it was her prize. Now it was time to take mom out to dinner!
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 5:18 pm
Jett watched as the girl ran out; he didn’t really feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like he’d done some great deed—but he did relish the quiet that came after the click of the door shutting. He stayed behind the register for a moment, hunching forward just slightly so he could rest his elbows on the countertop. His eyes drifted to the display case and the empty spot where the pig once was, as then to the glass. He could see Millie before she bolted out of sight and just shook his head.
The sun was hanging low in the sky, but he still had a lot of work to do—and the closer the sun dipped to the horizon, the closer he dipped to sleep. With a little grunt he reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of window cleaner and a well used rag before he moved to the windows. He’d cleaned them a few days ago, but in a place like this, things got dusty, quick.
He kicked himself a bit, as he hovered over the display where the pig had been taking up space. He probably could have gotten away with charging the little girl, but the was a certain thrill in ripping off fully grown, highly intelligent individuals that you didn’t get when taking cash from a kid.
The pig was never going to sell, anyway. And at least it went to a loving home and was going to get lots of love.
Jett sneered, wondering what the ******** that meant, anyway, but at least now he didn’t have to look at it anymore.
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