nothing. When she passed it back, the metal was warm. Maybe
Dallas was imagining that too, but she couldn’t help but brush
her thumb over the smooth metal before she tucked it back in
her pocket.
Steph went last. She’d brought a large tote just for the flea
market and had stuffed in this wild looking clock. It had been
one of those cat clocks at one time, but someone had pulled it
apart, stuck a raccoon tail into the bottom (a real furry one),
put horns on the top, and glued on a number of different
modifications. It still had the twenty-five cent price tag on it.
“Okay, that one wins,” Danica announced. “I don’t think
we even have to take a vote.”
Quinn grumbled, but finally nodded. “Fine. But unless
anyone else found anything older than the Bible I have, I win
for that category.”
The chorus of no’s around the circle made Quinn’s smile
grow even wider. She lifted her purse flap and snatched
something else out. “Here. This button is probably the coolest
thing, hands down.” She passed it over to Dallas first.
The button had a cow on the front with a huge handle bar
mustache. The slogan on the bottom of the button really made
it epic. Drinking Hairy Milk Makes one Hairrifically
Mooooosome!
“Oh geez,” Danica sighed. “Anyone have anything
better?”
“I saw a chair with horns on it,” Steph said.
“Nope. Been there, done that at almost every flea market.
Sorry.”
“You’re right,” Steph conceded. “It’s not as cool as the
button. It only had a couple horns. It wasn’t that good or I’d