HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

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Gabriel had known my family since childhood. He was forty, reserved and usually dressed as though he expected to be photographed beside a royal portrait.

He met my eyes briefly.

No smile.

Only a nearly imperceptible nod.

Everything was ready.

The first three lots sold without incident.

A 1794 Flowing Hair dollar.

A Confederate half dollar.

A set continue reading …