“Drop the gun,” I told her. “I’ll give you what you want. I promise.”
“You’re a liar. You got it from your father,” she said accusingly. I could see the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes.
I slowly opened my bag and showed her the contents, strewn about in no sort of order. Her eyes grew wide when she beheld the coveted item.
“It’s the blue jar,” she said. I picked it up gingerly and put it into her cold hand. She kept the gun pointed at me until she had turned the corner, disappearing into the night.
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