“Yup, it’s a typewriter!”
“Well I certainly didn’t expect to sell it to someone so young. You’re gonna look like a candidate for that wheelchair!” With a smile she gestured towards the wheelchair parked in their driveway.
“How much do you want for it?” I inquire.
“For that….hmmm, probably ten dollars.” My face breaks out into a huge smile.
“Ten dollars? I’ll take it!”
“I’m still surprised that a girl your age would know how to use a typewriter! I would guess that most kids would ask, ‘where’s the screen?’”
