“Alright, thank you very much.”

Hoyt wanted to say something but stopped himself. He wanted to say, “Don’t mention it”, but he did not manage to utter the words and ran home instead.

He muttered as soon as he arrived at his house’s entrance, “Mother, where is our bicycle?”

“What’s going on?”

Madame Leigh walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. “Where are you going with the bicycle when it’s almost night?”

Hoyt said, “Don’t mind that. I have something to do at the market. Where’s the bicycle?”

“It’s in the house. It’s going to rain heavily tonight, so I keep it indoors to prevent it from rusting.”

Hoyt nodded and went for the bicycle.

Madame Leigh said before he left, “Come home soon! Get your father at the village entrance too, while you’re there so he can come home for dinner earlier!”

“Okay!”

He rode the bicycle to the market in a rush. He crossed the village entrance and found his father standing at the front with two luxurious cars parked next to him.