"I am sorry, but I am new here, so I don't know where Granny put the money to pay you," that young lady said in an apologetic tone.
"It's OK, I can wait until the owner comes." The boy just sat on the chair in front of him, just in front of the bar.
"So, Charlie." The boy just glanced his eyes to the right corner without turning his head as a reaction. The young lady sensed a feeling of dislike from the boy's reaction. "It's your name, right? May I call you that? You can call me Lynn too," she said. The boy just nodded his head.
"You don't go to school today? It's Wednesday."
The boy looked at her with an amazed gaze. "It doesn't mean I don't want to."
It was the young lady turn to look amazed, "So..., you can't?"
"Well, what do you expect from this time? It's not like school is free. But, it's OK. My school is here," He spoke nonchalantly. "Hey, Did the owner say where is she going to?"
"You are not like any other kid I've ever seen. Why do you call her owner, instead of Granny like any other kids?"
"You are definitely not answering my question, here."
"Well, she said she is going to buy some oranges for today's cake. Now, answer me."
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