art by Melissa Mead
by JG Faherty
"So, whatchya think?" Bob Harrison opened his beer and took a sip, a cat-ate-the-canary smile on his face.
Sid Chambers felt a twinge of jealousy, but didn't let it show. Instead, he gave a low whistle. "Sweet."
"Yep, picked 'er up yesterday. The W-9. Dealer gave me a great price, too. Knocked six grand off for the trade in."
"No foolin'? That much?"
Sid couldn't believe Bob had gotten that for his W-5; hell, it was ten years old. He leaned down and grabbed a beer out of the cooler Harrison had sitting on the garage floor. The temperature outside was already approaching ninety.
"You oughtta think about getting rid of your old clunker, Sid." Bob nodded his head in the direction of Sid's house, where Shelly was out in the driveway washing their car. "My Pop used to say, 'high mileage means high maintenance.'"
Sid sighed. "I don't know that we can afford it right now, not with Sid Junior starting college in a year." He glanced at Bob's W-9 again.
Gotta admit, it's a helluva lot nicer than mine.
He drained the last of his beer and tossed it in the trash. "Well, I gotta get goin'. Good luck with her, Bob."