I ignored the raised eyebrow of the checkout girl.
“Johnny Randall Everett,” she said real deliberate, “where did you get money to buy all this?”
“Aw, c’mon, Sarah. Why you have to ask me that?” I said all innocent. “I won at the scratch cards.”
“That you bought where?”
“Lissen here,” I hissed, feeling lucky we alone in the store. “I know I treated you real bad before. But run away with me. Now!”
She looked at me a long time then smiled.
“No, Johnny. You run alone. That money ain’t going to make you a better person.”
Thanks to Be Kind Rewrite for the prompt. Be sure to visit her blog!