Vincent stared at the money he'd been handed, more than he'd ever held in his whole life, and only felt stupid for not running out with it then and there while the master got dressed.

He shoved the money into his pants pockets to avoid drawing attention from onlookers or potential thieves before following him out as ordered.

One more day, then he could run off.

In the meantime, his mind became preoccupied with what to make and thus what they would need at the store.