The other day an older woman who works in the office stopped by. She said she had seen my pcar in the lot one day and then sat down and started talking. Her husband had jsut passed away, and she said he bought the first Porsche in No. Virginia. They were newly married when they got it, and the dealers asked her to help write ads for them. They brought the car to the country for Christmas, to stay with her parents. Later, a neighbor told her father he liked her new husband, but was sorry he wasn't as succesful as her sister's husband - he couldn't aford a bigger car!
(I thought it might be crude to ask if the car was by any chance under a tarp in the garage right then but it crossed my mind
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