Memphis was in the garage, tan cloth in hand, polishing
Lucy. Anybody walking by would think he was crazy, but Lucy was his very first brand new never been owned or driven by hardly anybody else car and he was going to spoil her rotten. It wasn't the sportiest model they had offered him, but with the fuel the way it was he didn't need a hog of an engine. He'd gone out of his comfort zone on color that was for sure, he thought as her bright red panels gleamed under his cloth, and it was a sure bet that his brother wouldn't ask to drive any time soon since he'd opted for the manual shift. He shook his head. Manual shift didn't used to be an option. Odd how the times changed as people got lazier and everything else adapted to it.
He was working on the back passenger fender, whistling
Lucy in the sky with diamonds, when he thought he'd heard footsteps.
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