Smart man. Liking him already
Jane Marlow:
No comment :
Anyway, sorry V was such a headache
Fen Sarafian:
Q: I’ve got a vinyl collection appraisal Sunday afternoon
Would you be interested in a ride along?
Local vinyl collector. Might have some 80s punk
Jane Marlow:
My dad’s Holy Grail? The Double Deuce??
Fen Sarafian:
Never know until you look
And people’s private music collections can be fascinating
To me, at least. Maybe to you? If you aren’t working
Jane Marlow:
Sort of working, but if ride-along is dog-friendly, then yes
Frida revenge peed all over the lodge yesterday
She doesn’t like to be left alone
Fen Sarafian:
Respect, pup, kindred soul. I know the feeling
Track [13] “Can’t Help Falling in Love”/Elvis Presley
Fen
“I thought you’d be alone,”the silver-haired widow told me as Jane and I entered her ranch home. It was one of those places outside of the city limits, way out on the other side of the freeway near the private airport, all flat scrubland and rocks. Mrs. Tybalt’s late husband was a rancher, and they’d once had money. He died a few months back, and the house was going up for sale, along with his record collection.
Any other day I’d be one-hundred-percent focused on this collection.
Any other day, Iwouldbe alone.
Right now, though, I was more interested in the peculiar little way Jane’s hair swooped to one side over her left brow. It was the exact shape of meringue on pie.
I couldn’t look at her the entire way here in the Jeep—notreallylook—and now I’d somehow used up my oxygen supply trying not to trip over my own feet walking from the driveway to the front door.
“Mr. Sarafian?” the widow asked testily.
“Right, you see… Jane is an expert on certain musicalgenres,” I ad-libbed, enjoying the way her eyes widened when I said it. “It doesn’t hurt to have a second opinion when Victory Vinyl is putting a price tag on a collection like yours. Remember, you can take our assessment to your insurance company, or use it for leverage when you’re ready to sell.”
My aunt should pay me more. I’m a goddamn genius.
