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Chapter 7
ImightamadethreesaleswhileIbeentalkin’toyou.I’mdisgusted.Yeah,signrightthere.Allright,sir.Joe,fillupthetankforthisgentleman.We’llgivehimgas.
Jesus,Joe,thatwasahotone!What’dwegiveforthatjalopy?Thirtybucks—thirty-five,wasn’tit?Igotthatteam,an’ifIcan’tgetseventy-fiveforthatteam,Iain’tabusinessman.An’Igotfiftycashan’acontractforfortymore.Oh,Iknowthey’renotallhonest,butit’llsurpriseyouhowmanykickthroughwiththerest.OneguycomethroughwithahundredtwoyearsafterIwrotehimoff.Ibetyouthisguysendsthemoney.Christ,ifIcouldonlygetfivehundredjalopies!Rollupyoursleeves,Joe.Gooutan’soften’em,an’send’emintome.Yougettwentyonthatlastdeal.Youain’tdoingbad.
Limpflagsintheafternoonsun.Today’sBargain.’29Fordpickup,runsgood.
Whatdoyouwantforfiftybucks—aZephyr?
Horsehaircurlingoutofseatcushions,fendersbatteredandhammeredback.Bumperstornlooseandhanging.FancyFordroadsterwithlittlecoloredlightsatfenderguide,atradiatorcap,andthreebehind.Mudaprons,andabigdieonthegear-shiftlever.Prettygirlontirecover,paintedincolorandnamedCora.Afternoonsunonthedustywindshields.
Christ,Iain’thadtimetogooutan’eat!Joe,sendakidforahamburger.
Spatteringroarofancientengines.
There’sadumb-bunnylookin’attheChrysler.Findoutifhegotanyjackinhisjeans.Someathesefarmboysissneaky.
