Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue to the Rescue
by Tux Toledo
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3
It
was 3:59 and not only did I not want to miss tea and sherry but I was
expecting a visit from Caroline Avalon, daughter of Harry Avalon of
Avalon Industries fame. I had known Harry for some time and
had done several "odd" jobs for him. I had run into him
earlier in the week at the Post Street Bar and Cafe.
"I'm now a man of leisure, Winston," he had said. "My
daughter, Caroline, runs the business and doing a damn fine job of it
too, I might add."
There was a pause as he attempted to relight his pipe. It
wouldn't light so he placed it on the table and looked at me the way
firefighters look at smoldering ashes. With Harry you were
always being tested. I must have passed because he continued
with his story.
"Have you read the Wall Street Journal today?" he asked.
"No, I'm afraid not. What have I missed?"
He took a copy from his lap and tossed it onto the table. It
was folded so I could see a story entitled: "Halzbee Attempts
Takeover of Avalon Industries." Harry sarcastically chuckled
to himself.
"I take it you're not in favor of this takeover?" I said.
"Don't be stupid, Winston! Of course I'm not in favor of this
takeover. Halzbee's a buzzard. Look at
this." He opened the Journal to a full page ad placed by this
Halzbee character. The ad was an impassioned plea for Avalon
Industries stock and it contained no kind words for Avalon's current
management.
© 2008 David Biagini