a sleek glossyblack Jaguar coupe came up the drive into mall parking lot slowing down out the passenger windowtrying to lower it the driver cried Hey handsome!
he was the only one walking handsome as he was but
kept on his steady stride evenkeel
he didnt know a damnsoul who
drove a Jaguar
let alone a guy
he crossedright behind the Jag
off the pavement onto a wide islandgrass and trees a couple of benches to take a
load off
crossing into another lot now his
nose in a book The Last Days of Roger Federer he heard an engine approaching
him from his right
he pulledup to let it
pass continuing to read it did not pass
but stopped
he hated these interactions with
vehicles vehicles smarter than their
drivers he didnt read with his ears he lookedup
Black Jaguar
Did you hear me?
he didnt recognise the man not young not old they
irritated him
Are you
talking to me his irritation answered
I hailed you. hailing might have worked for him
I dondo hail an I dontalk to strangers like my Mamma
taught me Have a fine day he brought the book backup to his face and
crossed in front of the idling Jag
I
KNOW YOU
Sssh Im a secret he mumbled over his shoulder
I
KNOW YOU
the Jag entered gear and
rolledup on his right as he walked I
SAID I KNOW YOU
So you said though I woudnt be able to convince my Mamma
Jag coasting You walk around town reading.
Evidently
How do you do that?
Practise
You’re certainly not sociable.
Walkin Readin
No
You know, you’re a prick . .
. . Handsome a handsome prick
whoever he was he had to hit the
brakes in order not to hit the island he steppedup onto then a brief drive
then a right onto a
sidewalk that ran beside thirtyfive miles per hour traffic
then back into his book
1320, Twosday,
16 8. 22
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