"It's... everything," Toby wheezed. "It’s sour, it’s salty, and I think it tastes like a battery."
Every Saturday, their grandfather would hand them each a single, crinkly five-dollar bill. It was their "adventure fund," meant for the corner store at the edge of the neighborhood.
"Don't spend it all in one place," Grandpa would say, though he knew exactly where they were going.
"It's... everything," Toby wheezed. "It’s sour, it’s salty, and I think it tastes like a battery."
Every Saturday, their grandfather would hand them each a single, crinkly five-dollar bill. It was their "adventure fund," meant for the corner store at the edge of the neighborhood.
"Don't spend it all in one place," Grandpa would say, though he knew exactly where they were going.
