“Yeah?”
“What ever happened to that statue?”
“What statue?”
“The one you almost bashed me over the head with,” he clarified. “I haven’t seen it in years.”
“I think I boxed it up to donate to a museum.”
“You can’t donate it. It has sentimental value. That shit’s priceless.”
“You want us to hold onto something I almost used as a weapon against you?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.”
And I did.
And I always would.