I looked away as mamma excitedly said, "Why welcome! How might I help you?"
The boy just kinda looked at us and said, "I hope you don't mind your front entrance being broken down to pieces."
It took us a while to process what he said before we realized it was too late.
The front entrance was broken as another scruffy looking man - much bulkier and that being the cause of the door being broken - entered the room.
"AGHHHHHHHHH GIVE ME THE BREAD LADY!!!"
"DAD!!"
"ExCuSe Me?!?!?"
"Mamma, just do as he says." I said shakily.
Mamma grunted and asked, "What type?"
"ANY JUST GIVE ME SOME BREAD!!!!"
The boy stood there, apologetically, but didn't say anything.
He probably knows anything he says won't help.
Mamma angrily stuffed a bunch of bread from the shelf behind us into a big basket and handed it to the man.
"50 cents plus money to repair the front entrance." (Yes she's scamming him and extra
.25 cents)
"WHATEVER ILL TAKE IT." He handed her a $5 bill and ate his bread as he left the bakery.
I looked over back at the boy and tilted my head.
He noticed me and smiled.
"Sorry about that. My dad gets like that when he hasn't eaten in days. My step mom usually comes here to get him his bread but she's out of town at the moment so yeah..."
He handed us another 5$ and said, "I hope this is enough for the repair. Also, if you need any tools done for you, we'll make 'em and give you a discount any time because of the door incident. We're called, "NY Blacksmiths." Check it out when you can." He smirked at me and winked.
And just like that he left.