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like mold, and I don’t care if it’s antique, vintage, or whatever. It doesn’t change the fact that it’s someone else’s old crap. I don’t get why you love it so much.”
    “It’s a great way to recycle and reuse. Plus there are some fantastic finds in those stores.”
    “Abby, I think you have repurposed enough of other people’s heirlooms.” She motioned around the room with her hands then specifically pointed to all of antique keys framed on the walls. “You don’t need to be the keeper of all ancient things.”
    “Everything I own has a story.” She put her hands in front of her shaking them back and forth. “Okay back to tonight’s plan; I seriously just want to hang out here. I’ll cook.”
    “You know I can’t resist when you say you are cooking, so it looks like an evening in for these aging women amongst the ancient crap.” She laughed when Abby threw a pillow from the couch directly at her head.
    “Brat.”
     
     

     
    “Look at this; isn’t it darling?” Grace picked up her third vase. Abby caught onto what she was doing. She’d obviously noticed this was not Leah’s favorite place to be. She was working on Leah’s love of flowers. Abby smiled to herself wondering why she’d never thought about it before. The older woman caught Abby’s eye and winked. Brilliant Grace. Absolutely brilliant.
    She turned a corner and there sat the most beautiful ceramic jug she’d ever seen. It was pink with green and white trim, had a bronze spout toward the bottom of the container and the word ‘lemonade’ inscribed in green. Abby fell in love immediately. She sprinted to the shelf, ran her hands down the cool container, turned it up, down, and around. Yes, she sincerely loved this item. “That is a beautiful lemonade jar, Abby. You have excellent taste.” Grace said from behind her.
    “I love this. It’s my favorite colors and everything.” She flipped it over one last time and saw the price tag. “Wow, that’s a hefty price.” She put it down, stepped back, and looked at it again from afar, pondering. How much did she genuinely love this jar? A lot. Could she spend that much on one item? She didn’t think so. It was a ridiculous price.
    “Why don’t you grab it?” Grace looked at her with curiosity.
    “I think I’m going to pass.” She frowned. “I have a strict rule on sticking to a budget when I shop, and this jar costs more than I have budgeted for the entire day. It’s not a wise way to spend my money. I love it, but not enough to drop that kind of cash.” She turned to find Leah holding two more clay vases. “Are you ready to pay and leave? I’m hungry.”
    “Sounds good to me. I can’t believe I’m walking out of an antique shop with four vases.” Leah scrunched up her face.
    “They are pretty though. I’m glad you found something you like in here.” Abby smiled at her best friend. They paid and headed to the farmers market.
     
     

     
     
    “What are you guys talking about?” Abby joined the ladies already sitting at the white plastic tables next to the food tents. It always amazed Abby that it took longer to prepare her meatless food than it did to prepare everyone else’s that contained some form of meat.
    “Grace was just sharing some things about her son-in-law and granddaughter.” Leah looked at Grace as though they shared a secret. Abby wondered what that had been about but didn’t actually care because she was pleased they got along from the get go. Abby wished her mom was into this sort of stuff too, but she was too busy enjoying her husband and retired life. Abby wasn’t bitter; she just didn’t understand it. Her mom had married him right after Abby left for college, and seeing as he was only sixteen years older than she was, she couldn’t look at him as a father figure. That role strictly belonged to her real dad. Then again, he’d left the family for another woman when she was only nine years old.
    “Well I for one love your