Michael Malone - Weebly

with all its stock from a New York divorcée who had
decided in two years that she did not, after all, wish to
retire from the world to sell horse collars to weekending
couples. As Barnum often boasted to the realtor Cecil
Hedgerow, he had not by a long shot given the woman
what she'd asked for the store. "No way, I jewed her
right down. She was so hot to trot she never knew what
hit her. Come on, Cecil, what would you guess I got the
store and every damn thing in it for? Come on, take a
stab."
"Ten thousand in cash and a roll in the sack."
"Ha, ha. Come on now, seriously. But if you really
want to know, sure, I could have had her. Easy as
that!" And Lime snapped his fingers with a grin.
Whether he had had her or not, he indisputably had the
store and the house.
"I mean I was just passing through this dump and I
saw how the land lay. Sure, I'd never thought about the
antique line, but what's to know? And, pal, who turns it
down when they're giving it away? Not this cookie.
Everybody's getting into antiques. Then I add on the
games and hobbies. Everybody's got hobbies. Then I