Dr. Meadow looks at the cardboard box sitting on the passenger seat. Finding a parking space this time of year had been a miracle. Could there be another?
The shop’s bell tinkles as he enters.
“How much for this?” he asks the man behind the security glass. He balks at the response. “Isn’t it worth a little more? My little girl… all she wants is a guitar.”
The pawnshop’s owner sighs. “Best I can do.”
Dr. Meadow doesn’t cry until he’s outside.
“Hey!” a voice calls as he gets into his car.
“Yeah?”
“Maybe we can work out a trade.”
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