“Now, remember: his name’s Ricky.”
The girl said, “This is nuts.” The immense concrete building seemed incongruous in the pastoral setting of the pasture. “Why aren’t there any windows?”
“Ricky doesn’t like glass. I don’t know why. The original building was made of some sort of secretion, but the rain kept melting it. He says it has to do with the pH balance of the rainwater. So he hired someone to build this.”
They kept walking towards it. Before they got too close, the girl said, “Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“I really don’t think he’s gonna want to buy any band candy.”
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