"How much for these three spools of thread?" I ask, slightly cupping the spools in my hand. I don't want him to see what he is giving up. I act relaxed, uncaring - as if I don't really want them.
"Twenty-five cents for all three," responds Burly Guy. Five O'clock Shadow Friend peeks into my semi-closed hand.
"Wow, those are vibrant colours," he comments.
I smile, I close my hand tightly around the hard wooden spools, pay Burly Guy his trente sous, and feel thrilled with my take.
"It's not the thread I'm after. It's the wooden spools." I reply.
Then, I quickly walk away, looking over my shoulder, worried that they will chase after me for the lost treasure.
