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looking down into the case filled with coins.
    “You need something?” The man doesn’t talk the way Mom says you’re supposed to talk to customers.
    “I want to buy some coins,” Travis says.
    “Oh, yeah?”
    “Yeah.” Travis brushes his chin with his knuckle—something he does when he is nervous.
    The guy reaches up and takes the toothpick out of his mouth. He uses it to point at Travis. “Do you have money or are you all talk?”
    Travis does what Dad said never to do. He shows him his money. And not money like a regular person. A roll of money wrapped in an elastic band.
    The guy’s eyes widen. Then he asks, “Looking for something special?”
    “I want liberty coins. You got any?”
    He takes out several coins. One is a Mercury dime with a head that looks like it has wings for ears. “I remember those!” I say. “Like the one Daddy has in his wallet.”
    Travis turns them over in his hand. “Nice. You have anything more unusual?”
    The guy’s eyebrows jump. He reaches into a drawer. “This is unusual, but it’ll cost you big.”
    “I don’t mind paying for something special.”
    “Okay, then,” he says. “This one is special.” He puts a penny on the counter.
    Travis picks it up and his eyebrows bunch up. “This is smaller than other pennies.”
    The guy nods. “It is. A rare find.”
    Travis glances at me, and then he turns toward the guy. “How much?”
    “Well,” the guy says, “if you know anything about coins, you know that a coin with a flaw in it is far more valuable than a regular coin.”
    Something isn’t right with it and it’s worth
more
?
    “Like I said,” Travis says, “how much?”
    The guy tilts his head to the side. “Well, normally I’d ask for eighty, but I’ll charge you . . . say . . . seventy-five?”
    Travis smiles. Even I remember how Dad used to tell us never to smile when you get a number. Never. Even if it’s the best number in the world—and here he is smiling like he won the lottery. I try to look serious enough for the both of us.
    “Well, that’s really generous of you. Seventy-five bucks for a penny that’s been dipped in nitric acid.”
    The guy’s smile falls off of his face.
    “I bet the police would be interested in a little bit of fraud.”
    “Now, listen—”
    Travis interrupts. “Look, I wasn’t born yesterday. Stop messing with me.” Travis points at a coin in the case that has a walking woman wrapped in a sheet with the sun’s rays behind her. It is beautiful. “That 1933 Walking Liberty half dollar. How much for that one?”
    “Well, that one is in really fine condition. In fact . . .”
    “Just tell me how much,” Travis says, leaning in, palms on the glass.
    “Forty-five.”
    “Thirty-six and you throw in the Mercury dime for my little sister.”
    I look up quick. For me?
    Then I do the math. Yup. He is following Dad’s rule of offering 20 percent less than what they offer. But Travis threw in something extra.
    The guy squints. “Forty.”
    Travis nods. “Done.” He slaps the money on the glass case.
    Outside the store, Travis holds the dime toward me.
    “Oh, it’s beautiful! I love it so much. Thank you, Travis! You’re the best!”
    He looks a little sad staring at the coin. “You know, Grandpa was born in 1933. That’s why I chose these coins. They were both minted in that year.”
    I look down at my Mercury dime and its date, wishing people could last as long as coins.
    When we get into the car, Travis says, “Did you see how that guy in there took me for a fool? Trying to rip me off. Remember, Ally. When people have low expectations of you, you can sometimes use it to your advantage.” Then he looks me right in the eyes and points at my nose. “As long as
you
don’t have low expectations of yourself. You hear?”
    I nod again. But I think to myself that it’s hard not to these days.

CHAPTER 7
    N o G r a n d p a s H e r e
    I sit on my bed, holding my copy of Alice in Wonderland. The shaky