War Of The Worlds

"First edition?" she murmurs, and opens the cover very carefully. Well-read, maybe, but excellent condition, considering. When he says it has artwork, too, she starts thumbing through the pages, delicately, looking for it. "You sure you want me to have this?" she whispers, looking up at him. "I don't really have a safe place to keep it. If it was your grandfather's... are you sure?"

 

Charles nodded. "Jes keep it with yer Bible, ain no one gonna steal a book, it's jes a book, they meant ta be read, not burned...an this one, i'm not sure if it's on tha burny list or not."

 

"A -first edition- book," she clarifies. And worth quite a bit, if she had to guess. "I can do that. Keep it there. But... are you really sure?" It's less about the monetary value and more that it belonged in his family that gives her pause.

 

Charles looked to Guin. "Remember whut yer new store is yeah? Yer gonna hafta accept shit off people that ya might feel guilty fer taken. Consider it training. Sides, yer jes lookin after it fer me."

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