Please enjoy : An Honest Thief
|Copyright Lora Mitchell|
“He wasn’t awake so I left them by the window.” Ajax slouched in the faded seat.
“Why lilies? Aren't those for the dead and the innocent?” Nitya asked. The scent of lilies lingered in the air around him. She disliked the smell.
“He was a good man.”
“He is a thief Ajax.”
“Nitya.” Ajax warned. He tapped the wheel.
“He’s a master thief Ajax.”
“But he was an honest man. He taught me everything I know.” Nitya had to admit that old Trick was a good person.
“Why are you talking like he’s gone? He’s only sick.”
“Because he’s dying.”
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