Tami called the color June-bug green. And the alarm on it was going off not like a normal car, but as if someone were hunched down unseen in the seat, mashing randomly on the horn at possible car thieves walking by. It was pretty, but noisy, sort of messing up our chances at a quiet drink after work. I couldn’t concentrate on what Tami was saying. Who’d own a car that color? And who would install such an alarm?
I saw the car driving down Broad later that week, too far away for me to get a look at the driver. Wish I could’ve kept up with that car. If I tied a string on one of the tires, I could keep up with it better...
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