As they sat on the porch, the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows. Mr. Wesley began arranging his "pip" on the wooden table. He lined up the copper scraps and the river stones in a strange, geometric pattern.
Mr. Wesley paused, his eyes twinkling. He reached into his bucket and pulled out a small, perfectly round glass marble. He tossed it to her. "A trade, then. A bit of pip for a bit of peace."
As they sat on the porch, the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows. Mr. Wesley began arranging his "pip" on the wooden table. He lined up the copper scraps and the river stones in a strange, geometric pattern.
Mr. Wesley paused, his eyes twinkling. He reached into his bucket and pulled out a small, perfectly round glass marble. He tossed it to her. "A trade, then. A bit of pip for a bit of peace."