“Just what they’re marked,” the estate seller said. ‘Either take them or don’t waste my time. No price drops.”
We took the drawings home. We ripped the paper from the frames.
“This one has another drawing underneath.” Teddy said. “I recognize the artist's name.”
It had resale value. More than everything else we bought.
“Do you think the seller knows what it’s worth?” Teddy said.
I didn’t like the seller.
“Who cares? We bought them. They’re ours now.”