"There go Tintin and Eleanor."
"Did you hear about the hauntings that Tintin and Eleanor debunked?"
"Tintin, Eleanor?! Can I get a quote from you for the Newspaper?"
You could never hear one of their names without the others'. Tintin and Eleanor wer...
Tintin looked like he was debating it but I was sold. "I'll give you a pound." I bargained with the man.
"Done!" He cheered. I smiled and quickly paid the man.
"Eleanor!" Tintin complained. He always complained when I would buy things for us with my money since he liked using his own. Always the gentleman.
"Extra birthday money, remember?" I argued with him.
"Then I carry it back." He said.
"I was going to make you do that anyway." I laughed.
Tintin and I watched as the man opened the display case and reached inside. "Gently does it." He said as he pulled it out and held it out to Tintin.
"Here you go. Careful." He said, allowing Tintin to take it.
I went to thank the man once more when this man came up, out of breath from running.
"Hey, bud, how much for the boat?" He asked. He was American, which is an accent you don't hear every day.
"I'm sorry. I just sold it to this young lady and gent." The man apologized to the American.
"Oh, yeah?" The American then turned to us. "Tell me what you paid, and I'll give you double." He offered.
"Double?" The man repeated, almost sounding offended.
"Thanks, but it's not for sale." I told the American, stepping closer to Tintin instinctively.
"Look, kids, I'm trying to help you out. I don't think you realize this, but you're about to walk into a whole mess of danger." The American explained, still out of breath.
"What kind of danger?" Tintin asked him.
Suddenly the American noticed something behind us. "I'm warning you. Get rid of the boat and get out while you both still can. These people do not play nice." He warned us before turning around and running off, disappearing into the crowd.
"What people?" I asked, but it was no use.
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"Wonderful." A voice rang out right behind Tintin and me, making us jump and turn around quickly back away. I grabbed onto Tintin's arm, on edge after the American's warning.
"It's just wonderful." A man in a red coat said. "Don't bother wrapping it. I'll take it as is. Does anybody object if I pay by check?" The man asked, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his checkbook.
"If you wanna buy it, you'll have to talk to the kids." The man said, seemingly done with everyone's sudden interest.
"I see." He nodded before turning to us. "Well, let the kids name their price." He clicked his pen, ready to write in his checkbook.
"'Name their price'?!" The man sputtered something before sitting back down in his chair. "Ten years I've been flogging bric-a-brac and I miss 'name your price' by one bleedin' minute!" He grunts, flabbergasted.
