HAROLD, HAROLD,
YOUR CAR IS HERE
The neighbors said he was a millionaire, or they
vouched for him as if he were. Even if it was all
made up, the power of the showing is in the
power of the shoe : some little guy swigging
rum, talking about all this money in the bank
and those three Carreras he just bought. Cars,
I guess? Paintings? Something I should know,
I assume - or maybe not, maybe part of the
mystique is in just throwing out names like
that and letting people think what they may.
No one wants to admit ignorance. 'Just bought
a Carmalini? Oh my God I love them. It must
have cost a pretty penny?' And then, no real
answer, just that stupid, solid grin. It's over
in a minute, concluded, and he wins.
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