Kids were always real crafty. They could break somethinâ one second then look all adorable the next, and⌠well, this kid was undoubtedly one of the crafty ones. Considered her a kid, anyhow. Max furrowed his brows, his hands on his hips⌠but grinned, â Aw, hell, thank ya! I mustaâ dropped it⌠â He softly said, though his eyes were quick to settle on the walletâŚ
    â Say, you wouldnât mind lettinâ me have it back, wouldja? Could getâcha somethinâ for helpinâ me out. âHe knew, though. But heâd might as well be nice anyway. Kids had it tough these days.
      â you oughtaâ be more careful âbout dropping things , YOU KNOW . someone bad could come and pick it up and youâd never get it back . â     she explains as if she WASNâT guilty ; she hands back the waller .     â i ainât suppose to take things from strangers , and you look pretty strange to - â     addie pauses and smiles . she knew him . well , she had seen him in the movies and that was close enough to being friends already .     â i want a hot dog and candy . â