A Good Cause
I run the jewellery stall at the church sale every year. People bring old rings, and I sell them for charity.
A man picks up a thin gold ring. “How much is this one?”
“Five pounds,” I say.
“And this silver one?”
“Two pounds. The gold is more expensive than the silver.”
He holds the two rings. “What about these older ones?”
“Those are the cheapest. One pound each. They are worse than the new ones, but some people like them.”
He thinks. “If I take two rings, is it cheaper?”
“A little. Two for nine pounds.”
He frowns. “But that is double the price of one gold ring.”
“No, it is less. One gold ring is five. Two is nine, not ten.”
He smiles at last. “All right. I’ll take two gold ones, then.”
“Good choice,” I say. “And it’s all for a good cause.”
He pays. Every item on this stall has a small story. Today, one more goes home.