Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Light-Fingered

LindaGHill hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
The prompt this week is “contains igh.’ Find a word that contains the letters “igh” in that order and use it in your post. Enjoy!
The post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing
(typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
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When she was eight, Melanie stole two sweets (worth two pence each) from her local newsagent. She knew better than to take what wasn’t hers. But the previous week, the shop assistant short-changed her by four pennies.

This sleight of hand outraged her friend Sam, but Melanie was too shy to go back in and point out the mistake. And what would be the point of asking a thief to give her back the money?

Melanie and Sam concocted a plan; if she took the amount owed in goods, then everything would be alright. Luckily for Melanie, it was the depths of winter, and she could wear a hand-me-down coat from an older cousin. A girl with absolutely no taste in clothing. The thing was in purple plaid, with purple fur trim on the hood and sleeves. Melanie looked a fright in it, but the coat came with a fur-lined muff: the perfect shoplifting accessory.

While Sam pretended to dither over BlackJacks versus Fruit Salads, Melanie arranged herself at the counter and leaned forward as though fascinated. The same woman was serving, and Melanie took great delight in lifting those two sweets. But only the two and only four pence worth. When Sam finally made up her mind, she paid for her goodies. They slowly left the shop and then took flight, running to the park.

They sat on a bench, and Melanie offered Sam a sweet. But she shook her head and said she wanted to go home. Her eyes were filmy with tears. Melanie’s belief that this theft was justified crumbled. She could hear her mother’s voice: Two wrongs don’t make a right.

She didn’t sleep well that night. The sweets seemed to burn a hole through the mattress where she’d hidden them. And she cried at the thought that she’d blighted her friendship with Sam.

After school the next day, she put on her voluminous coat and dragged Sam back to the shop. Melanie walked up to the till and handed over the two sweets.

“Sorry, I took these without paying for them.”

“Really?” said the woman at the till. “Well, I’m glad you came back and told me because we don’t tolerate thieves here.”

Melanie blushed and handed over the money.

The woman gave her a curt nod and turned to the next customer.

Outside the shop, Sam smiled and said. “Thank you.”

They linked arms and the great weight crushing Melanie slipped away. She laughed with relief, and they skipped along the road, stopping only to throw the sweets into a bin.

And Melanie never stole again.

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