“Well thank you, neighbor,” he said watching the store owner give him a big satisfactory smile that told Nathan he nailed it. “I'm actually just up the street; I'm opening a bookstore.”
“Oh. My. God.” Todd dragged out. “Congratulations, I saw the sign go up the other day.”
Todd decided to get a little serious. “Look a little young to own an old bookstore.”
“What can I say? I love books.”
That was the end of Todd getting serious as he fell to his elbows while his palms caught his cheeks. “There is nothing better than a good book,” he said while thinking. “Twenty Thousand Leagues, the Time Machine, To Kill a Mockingbird.”
“Good ones,” Nathan agreed.
He was not done. “Catcher in the Rye, Frankenstein, and Moby Dick.”
Nathan decided to interrupt. “I actually will have a pristine first edition of Moby Dick and Treasure Island on display for a while.”
“Shut your ass,” Todd said surprised as childhood memories suddenly flowed into his head at the mention of the Treasure Island book. For a few moments he could remember being picked on as a boy, which was an everyday occurrence. But when he got home he could always dive into books and Treasure Island was one of his favorites. Transporting him to adventures on the high seas he suddenly had the strongest urge to call it a day and head to the park. He could join Long John Silver and Jim Hawkins for another adventure to find the X that marks the spot. It was starting to seem like a better way to spend the afternoon.
Not wanting to interrupt his daydream Nathan still wanted a tea, badly. “Um, come by any time.”
Realizing he couldn't just head off to the park he decided to come back to reality and join the conversation already in progress. “And I can actually see the first editions?”
“Absolutely, their incased in glass, but yes,” he assured him.
Todd tilted his head a little and widened his eyes in a move Nathan could only perceive as “On the down low” and then in a long whisper he asked, “Can I touch them?”
Seeing a weird obsessive look in his eyes Nathan started to get a little worried. “Were still talking about books right?”
Staring at him silently Todd was making him more and more uncomfortable, until all of a sudden he burst into laughter. “Yes the books,” he roared. “Treasure Island was probably the first book I read. When I was done I flipped right back to the beginning and read it again.” Shaking his head he slowly started drifting away again. “Then when my father got me King Solomon's Mines, the Lost World, then Moby Dick, I mean, the list goes on.”
Nathan could easily relate since he felt the same way when he first read them back in 1883, 1885, 1912 and 1851 respectively.
Becoming very curious Todd stopped laughing and leaned inward a bit. “But they must be worth a fortune. I read somewhere a first edition of Moby Dick in mint condition is worth-” he paused and waved Nathan closer as not to be rude. “North of a hundred thousand,” he said nodding as if to confirm it. Then, just in case he...