Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue's Quiet Weekend
by Tux Toledo
Page 3
James
closed the door and the noise caused an elderly couple emerged from the
Peugeot. They were a friendly looking pair in British style
clothes that were a bit worn at the edges. A wedge-shaped driving hat
sat on top of the man's head and a thin, gray moustache sat on his
upper lip. Quite dashing, actually. The woman's gray curls
were stuffed into the type of hat worn by butterfly collectors.
"Nice automobile," the man said, admiring the beautifully anachronistic
lines of my Silver Cloud III.
"Thank you," I said.
"I don't see many like that anymore."
"No, one doesn't."
"What year is it?"
"1963."
He nodded and stepped back for a more panoramic view.
"Mr. Jepson has invited so many wealthy people here that we feel a bit
out of place," the woman said.
I looked at James. Neither of us had a clue as to who Mr. Jepson was.
"You must be very wealthy to drive a car like that," the man said.
"Do not be deceived by appearances," I smiled.
"Of course we're happy just to have the chance to hobnob with the rich
and famous," the woman smiled. Her comforting face reminded me of
toasted bread and warm honey.
"It's a wonderful opportunity, don't you think?" her
husband said.
"Yes," I said. "I suppose it is." I exchanged
another glance with James who shrugged with his eyebrows.
"I can't believe so many people have turned out," the man continued,
nodding at the row expensive cars. "I had no idea so many people read
this paper." He took a thin newspaper from under his arm.
"The California Investment News," I said. None of my business
acquaintances cared much for that particular publication. Then again,
none of them drove Peugeots.
"I guess it just goes to show you what a good deal Mr. Jepson is
offering us," the man said.
I was beginning to wonder about this Jepson fellow and you know how I
get when I get curious.
© 2008 David Biagini