It had to be true. From then on, he studied everything Walter told him to.
Now, almost ten years later, Walter and Brixton evolved into great friends. When Brixton entered the lighthouse, Walter tucked his pipe into the front pocket of his hunter green, wool vest that he wore every day. A silver chain dangled outside the same pocket attaching itself to the end of his pocket watch. There were no carvings on his watch but it had to be just as old as the wood pipe.
A gift from his father, he had said. Which confirmed that the pipe must have been too. It stopped working years ago Walter told him, but he liked to keep it to monumentalize where he came from.
“Anything from family is worth keeping,” he always said.
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