153: Thrift Shop

Fenella’s POV “Is it true that you’re going to pay for the items to be given away for free?” An elderly woman gasped, asking for confirmation. “Yes, it’s true. Take whatever you like, and I’ll pay for it.” Alan nodded quickly. “Don’t listen to him!” I tried to hold them back, but the older women were getting more and more excited. “Even this book, will you pay $200 for it?” “Yes, anything.” Alan nodded confidently again. “Oh no, that’s cheating. We are selling them at standard used-item prices,” my mother shook her head. “Yes, but this is my form of donation. Please don’t hesitate. Consider it a Christmas gift from me.” “No, just ignore him! Go away,” I pushed Alan’s body with both hands, but he didn’t move from there. The older women also took my words lightly, as Alan seemed to have won over all their hearts. “God bless you, son.” “What a kind-hearted angel,” the women praised Alan. “Hey! Why are you taking things first? That’s cheating!” Someone apparently took the opportunity while