Miranda Sparks’ wonderful life

– 2000! – The old lady to whom I had given up my seat not so long ago clicked.

– 3500.

I almost jumped up in surprise when the man sitting next to me said resoundingly:

– 5,000 bucks.

I turned in his direction. It seemed that, at the exact moment he said it, something was finally beginning to make sense to me. Specifically, my only chance to get my mom’s brooch back.

– 5500!

– Sir!» I grasped the sleeve of my neighbor’s jacket.

The man looked at me in surprise.

– 5,500 times! – the presenter pronounced resoundingly.

– Sir, please buy back this brooch!

– 5500 two!

– This thing is very dear to me. It once belonged to my mother. If you help me, I promise I’ll give you double the value for it!

– 6,000! – I heard the painfully familiar voice of my own father.

– Me-my name is Violet Spikes and I’m Henry Spikes’ daughter. I don’t know if you know him! But please believe me, I’m not some crook or whatever they call me. Sir, I really need that brooch, but I’ve only got a buck20 on me. – To be sure, I took it out of my purse and showed it to my friend. – I didn’t know Mom’s brooch would be on display right now, please believe me!

«What else can I say to this man to get him to help me?»

I was desperately gnawing his eyes, trying to figure out if I could get through to him or not.

– Six thousand, two! – the booming voice of the presenter sounded.

– Ten thousand! – Raising his sign, my neighbor said.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to hug someone as badly as I was hugging this man right now. I took my hands off his jacket and looked gratefully in his direction.

– Thank you, sir!

– 12,000. – It was my father.

– 12,000 ra…

– Fifteen thousand! – the neighbor answered at once.

– Fifty thousand bucks! – my father kept up with me.

My rescuer looked at me questioningly.

– 100,000. – Without waiting for my answer, he said.

I saw a lot of people in the audience starting to look in our direction.

– 200,000!

Apparently my father put my mother’s brooch up for sale, so that he could buy it back himself. But I don’t know why I didn’t want to lose to him at this point. I was well aware that the promise I had just made to the man sitting next to me was beginning to take an unsafe turn. Because even without looking at a good income, I could not afford a brooch for 200 thousand bucks. But at this point I had other things on my mind. Like letting my dad know that I was playing against him?

– Ma’am? – My neighbor turned to me.

– Do you take checks?

The man grinned.

– I accept. 250,000 bucks!

– 250,000 one! 250,000 two!

– 300,000 bucks.

I didn’t seem to want to overcome it at the moment, but I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away. After all, 300,000 bucks was my ceiling, which I could no longer jump over.

– Sir, I think you and I are going to have to slow down.

– Convinced?

– 300,000, one.

– I’m afraid so.

– But it’s your mom’s brooch!

– I know.

– 300,000, two.

– But should I stop there? – We looked each other in the eye. – 350,000!

There was an uproar in the hall.

– Sir, I don’t have that kind of money! – I whispered.

– 400,000 bucks! – my father bellowed.

I imagined his face, scarlet with tension, and grinned bitterly. My neighbor was about to raise his sign, but I stopped him.

– Don’t. I am grateful to you for responding to my request. But now I ask you to slow down.

– 400,000, one.