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it’s any of your business but it seems you lost your manners and won’t find them again until we settle this. I am from a wealthy family, but when my mother died a few months ago, she admitted I was not my father’s son. He took out his anger on me since I was the only one left, sold me, and let me take my belongings with me, including my mother’s jewelry.
“I am just trying to make the best of this and put the pieces back together of my life. So don’t you dare judge me or accuse me of crimes I did not commit.” I angrily wiped away tears, upset with myself for letting him get to me. It seemed the past few days had taken more of a toll on me than I would have liked to admit. “I just want to pick up new sketch pencils, pad, and maybe a few items from the apothecary. Is that really too much to ask?”
“No,” he said gently, patting my shoulder. “I will handle this list and pay out the difference. Would you like me to do the same for your gem?”
“Yes please.”
“Then go pick out what you would like and take a few moments to yourself without the pressures you have outside of this store,” Mitchell suggested with a smile. “We have a nice selection of artist materials in the back.”
“Okay, thank you.” I nodded and walked in that direction, letting him handle the list and the gem. I might not have gotten the best price for such a stone in a small village, but I had a feeling Mitchell was an honest man. But then again my judgment was for crap nowadays.
I roamed the shelf, picking out a gorgeous set of pencils, a few sketch pads in different sizes, and even decided to buy a paint set and brushes. My father had hated that I liked to draw so I had always kept things simple that could easily be hidden. I didn’t have to worry about him anymore and decided to try and further my art.
Then I realized I might need to buy more items or set up an account because if Mitchell had said the gem could buy half his store then I seriously doubted he had much gold on him to break down the price of it. I set my items on the counter as he kept working and thought of what else I might want. That’s when I saw it. There was a sign stating they had baby livestock out back.
I followed the arrow to the back door and gasped. There were goats, chicks, calves, piglets, and puppies. I’d always wanted a pet! If I got some chicks then maybe Boris would let me keep them because they’d give us eggs. I wanted a piglet but had a sneaking feeling if I bought one it would be the same as signing its death sentence because he’d be dinner one day.
I raced back up to Mitchell and asked if he could add to my tab half a dozen chicks, a cage for them, food, and whatever I would need to build a chicken coop. He gave me a funny look, but nodded.
“That’s still not even a fraction of what the gem’s cost is,” Mitchell hedged. “The apothecary owes me along with the butcher and the baker. Would you like to see their wares to settle the payment?”
“We could do that,” I answered as I started to blush. I hadn’t meant to cause issue but I also couldn’t have left my father’s house with sacks of gold pieces. “The rest we could leave as credit for when I come next time?”
“I would appreciate that, Golden.” He gave me a genuine smile and led me to the butcher as his son took over handling Boris’s items. I picked out several items, knowing how to make a few lamb dishes that would hopefully make the brothers happy. Then I went to the bakery and bought way more than we would be able to eat before it started to go bad. But all the purchases were in line, nothing lavish, just maybe not what they normally bought.
I couldn’t say the same about my time at the apothecary. There I might have gone a little overboard. I bought some scented oils, hoping a little romantic effort might calm Boris a bit. Then there was the salve that Boone had used on me. That I bought a large jar of because I had the feeling I would need more of it. And I