Epilogue
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“Come on, Dad. You promised I’d get to see the gift shop before it closes.”
“A little more culture and a little less commerce won’t hurt you,” he said, quickening his pace.
She rolled her eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh to show her disdain for the idea, but she was still smiling. It was a game they had played many times.
“But I brought my allowance,” she whined as she gave a little stomp with her foot. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll meet you there.”
She was waiting for his reply, but she knew he would give in and he could see her impatience even though she was generously trying to let him maintain the façade of parental control.
He, too, knew he had lost. He gave a sigh of his own and nodded his consent. She smiled widely at him, waved, and raced off, bumping an elderly lady on the way. He watched as she mumbled an apology and continued on.
He hung his head and said, “You’ll have to excuse her. I’m sorry about that.”
The woman smiled kindly at his attempt to cover his daughter’s lack of social grace.
“It’s alright. The young are never interested in the important things. Is this your first visit?” she asked.
He was relieved that his child had been forgiven and that no public embarrassment would follow.
“Yes,” he answered. “We’re here on vacation and basically just stumbled across this place. It seems interesting so far.”
His eyes flitted toward the door his daughter passed through, hoping the woman didn’t notice her obvious lack of interest.
“A little more culture and a little less commerce won’t hurt you,” he said, quickening his pace.
She rolled her eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh to show her disdain for the idea, but she was still smiling. It was a game they had played many times.
“But I brought my allowance,” she whined as she gave a little stomp with her foot. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll meet you there.”
She was waiting for his reply, but she knew he would give in and he could see her impatience even though she was generously trying to let him maintain the façade of parental control.
He, too, knew he had lost. He gave a sigh of his own and nodded his consent. She smiled widely at him, waved, and raced off, bumping an elderly lady on the way. He watched as she mumbled an apology and continued on.
He hung his head and said, “You’ll have to excuse her. I’m sorry about that.”
The woman smiled kindly at his attempt to cover his daughter’s lack of social grace.
“It’s alright. The young are never interested in the important things. Is this your first visit?” she asked.
He was relieved that his child had been forgiven and that no public embarrassment would follow.
“Yes,” he answered. “We’re here on vacation and basically just stumbled across this place. It seems interesting so far.”
His eyes flitted toward the door his daughter passed through, hoping the woman didn’t notice her obvious lack of interest.
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