a_gift
raze
we
weren't
going
to
let
him
in
the
house
.
but
when
i
saw
his
face
,
i
knew
he
was
the
kind
of
stranger
who
could
be
trusted
. neat
grey
beard
.
hair
hidden
beneath
a
beret.
a
jacket
like
the
one
i
wear
.
something
that'll
keep
you
warm
enough
to
live
through
winter
,
though
it
wasn't
made
with
the
cold
in
mind
.
he
didn't
want
the
mandolin
for
himself
.
he
said
he
didn't
play
.
it
was
a
gift
for
his
stepson. "
he
just
has
music
in
his
head
all
the
time
,"
he
said
,
his
face
full
of
admiration
for
a
man
his
daughter
loved
into
his
life
. "
and
he
plays
whatever
he
hears."
i
was
like
that
once
.
he
didn't
haggle
over
the
price
.
he
didn't
ask
me
to
play
for
him
either
,
but
i
did
,
striking
the
four
doubled
metal
strings
with
my
fingernails
so
he'd
know
what
he
was
buying.
i
never
really
touched
the
thing
when
it
was
mine
.
now
it
gets
to
be
someone
else's
christmas
present
,
and
i've
got
a
bit
of
money
in
my
pocket
.
even
trade
.
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