"It wasn’t until the family left with their purchases that Hank sniggered. “Them’s real good toys,” he said. “Real good. One of a kind, you might say.”
He took his break before Fred did. Hank was a lot more sure of himself than he had ever been, what with his friendship with Joe.
Fred went about fixing up the place, putting things back where they belonged. Then, something called out—a faraway voice.