Over to Dylan for the MLMM Friday challenge this week.
Millie couldn’t believe her luck, an eighteenth century, hand-carved oak hope chest with original fixtures intact– and all she had to do was convince them to sell it to her.
She approached the vendor and asked how much they wanted for it.
‘That old thing?’ she squealed. ‘Not for sale I’m afraid. That belongs to Granny and she’d kill me if I sold it. Been in the family for years apparently. Not that I like it mind, so I hope she doesn’t leave it to me when she pops her clogs. Too heavy and cumbersome for my taste, and it wouldn’t go with my Ikea furniture anyway. But it’s not mine to sell and I’m only using it as a table for some glassware. Do you fancy some? They’re not knock offs, well, maybe some, but are quite pretty and there is a full set somewhere.’
Millie shook her head. Thinking on her feet, she came up with a plausible lie.
‘No, it was the chest itself. You see those initials, F S? They were my great great grandfather’s and Mam would love to have something that may have been his. He was a master carpenter and made things like this for the gentry. Are you sure it’s not for sale? That’s my pick up over there, so you wouldn’t have to worry about delivery if someone could load it up for me. I’ll give you a fair price, say two hundred pounds?’
The woman looked her up and down and took out her mobile phone.
‘I’ll give Granny a ring and see what she says. You hang on there and I’ll be right back.’
Millie looked around at other things for sale. There were a few nice pieces, a couple of paintings pleasing on the eye and a stuffed stag’s head wearing a surprised expression that suggested it had taken more than one shot to kill it. Other than that, it was the usual run of the mill garage sale merchandise.
The woman came back wearing a big smile.
‘I’ve got good news and bad news,’ she said. ‘Granny said you could buy it for three hundred pounds. Cash only, and you can take it away. My sons can load it for you.’
Millie pretended to ponder over the price, made a show of opening her wallet and checking her money, secretly smiling at her success.
‘OK. Three hundred pounds it is. Thank you so much!’
As the hope chest was strapped into Millie’s truck, the woman got back on the phone.
‘Hook, line and sinker. What else do you want me to fence?’