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Show looked like the bathroom in the honeymoon suite where she and Wally had stayed after the ceremony. "He was influence by it," she claimed. When she noticed my parents, she opened the door. "You have a charming son." She handed me my shoes, wrapped the robe around her and kept it in place by folding her arms. Having climbed out, I sat down on the ramp and put on my sneakers. "This thing must have cost a mint," my father said. "Actually, Wally is very good at convincing other people to finance his pet projects. The plastics industry hopes to get a larger piece of the pie in Detroit. They were very generous. Though, I think it looks rather bottom-heavy. It should look sleeker don't you think." "I see what you mean," my mother said. "Give me a ball park figure," father said. "If you want to buy it, he'll probably sell it. Now, he wants to sail around the world." "How much?" I asked. "Twenty-five thousand." "That's more than our house cost!" I said. "Time to go," father said. "Thank you for being so nice to him." "I was touched by the way he so cautiously walked up the driveway. Endeared I guess is more like it." "We're fond of him," mother remarked. "What are those seats made of?" I asked as we were leaving. "Angora," she said. "Angora?" "That's right," she smiled. Once it had been cleared up for me that Angora was not a country in Africa which exported fur, but, rather, a breed of rabbit, goat, or cat, I decided that I wanted to breed Angora rabbits. One evening, I brought up the idea to my father. He was watching the "Twilight Zone" and nervously glancing at actuarial charts. Since the episode with the car at the mansion, his briefcase had assumed the role of the family dog. It followed him everywhere, whining to be opened. We already had a dog, a beagle named Xavier. |