somewhen: no particular hurry.â The contract signing confirmed everything, which made it pretty fantastic, but his father-in-law was never at the plant in the afternoon and he was the only person it was really necessary to impress.
âSo weâve got lots of time?â
Krogh looked nervously across the bed. âWhat for?â
She giggled. âShopping. Just shopping. Well⦠looking, too.â
âI thought weâd shopped already,â said Krogh. Thatâs all they had done, apart from screw, ever since heâd arrived in Los Angeles: he reckoned heâd parted with enough to pay the taxes on Rodeo Drive and Wiltshire Boulevard for a year.
âHoney!â she said, in the pouting, little-girl voice she had for asking special favours.
âI didnât say we couldnât,â assured Krogh quickly. He liked being the big spender, the whatever-you-want-you-get man. He could afford it, after all.
She came closer to him, nuzzling against him. âNow?â
âSure. Now, if thatâs what you want.â
âYouâre very good to me. And I love you for it. I still like the car, of course. Love it like I did when you bought it for me.â
The sudden jump confused him. âWhat?â
âMy car. I still like it.â
âGood.â It was red, the colour sheâd wanted: a Honda sports. Krogh liked to treat them both the same so heâd bought one for Barbara, as well. Barbara had chosen blue.
âItâs just that Iâve seen this convertible: a Volkswagen GTI, all white. White upholstery, white top, white wheel trim,â recited Cindy, as if she were reading from the sales brochure. âItâs the prettiest thing Iâve ever seen in my life and I love it to death and want to show it to you. Not to buy. Just to show you, so you can look. That OK?â
âSure thatâs OK,â said Krogh. The price of a new car would be swallowed without a ripple in the profits coming to him from the Pentagon deal. He wished heâd thought of it as a gift instead of her having to ask. He could still make it a surprise for Barbara.
âI really do love you,â repeated the girl. âDonât you ever leave me, will you?â
âYouâre the one whoâll want it all to end one day,â said Krogh realistically.
âI wonât!â insisted Cindy. âI wonât ever want that!â
âLetâs not talk about it.â
âI said noon. Itâs a quarter off eleven already.â
Again Krogh was confused. âNoon?â
âTo meet the salesman whoâd got the dinkie little VW. I knew youâd say yes because youâre so wonderful so I made an appointment to see him. You donât mind, do you?â
âNo,â sighed Krogh. âWeâd better get cleaned up.â
The salesroom was on Sunset, just short of where it ceases being smart movie-magazine Hollywood and gives way to the tacky I-could-have-been-a-star cocktail places. The car was on the front, glistening from a polish job, the Sold sticker already on the windscreen. Cindy said the man must have misunderstood. They went through the hood-lifting, ass-in-the-seat-for-comfort routine and the salesman said heâd take the Honda sports off their hands at a price they would not get anywhere else. Krogh bought it on the spot, which heâd known in bed that morning that he would and Cindy had known in bed that morning that he would. Krogh insisted on all the paperwork being in his name â in owning the car, in fact â just like he owned the condo on Malibu and the apartment and the car in San Francisco. Krogh knew exactly what he was doing and with whom he was doing it and when the girls moved on or he moved on he didnât intend losing out on real estate that was appreciating in value all the time or on automobiles that still had some equity in them. As they parted with handshakes the salesman said:
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