Beryl paid the old man; it required all of the liquor funds, plus all the extra money she had brought in case they were able to find a good dealer along the way. She was eager to check on Kyle, but the old man insisted that she wait until he could give her a receipt.
"Thank you, I do appreciate your business. And here you go " said the old man, as he threw a large plastic bag on the counter next to her receipt.
"What's this?" asked Beryl, peeking nervously into the bag.
"Why, the rest of the outfit, " said the old man with smile. "The matching gloves and boots. Might as well take 'em. You already paid for 'em."
Beryl grabbed the bag and ran out the door, followed by the cackling laughter of the old man.