He threw back the contents of the new glass and studied the glass’ emptiness or lack of fullness.
“Could I have a look at the car?” I asked.
“Sure. It’s in the lot on the corner of Columbia and Summit. It’s padlocked, but the locks in-op so you can just pull the chain and walk in.”
“Thanks.”
“Make sure no one sees that the lock is broken. Pretend you’re unlocking it, put on a good show. Sorry about to hear about Richie. It seems all news is bad news nowadays, that’s why I don’t watch the news, lest I end up in it.”
He went back to staring into the red, and I left him to it.
The lot was a few blocks away and had long served as a graveyard for old cars, mostly Benzes, a couple boats, and an ancient Airstream trailer.
Everything was overgrown with weeds, and I removed the thick chain d
