He chuckled at her as he inspected the pipe, his pipe hung out of his mouth. Eliza, doing as she’s told, put the polish back in the leather pouch.
“This was your mother’s, I got it for her as a gift for our eighth wedding anniversary.” He passed it back to her as he continued. “You’re more than welcome to it.”
“That’s a shame, it’s a beautiful pipe.” Eliza said.
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