"Is this for sale?" I ask the
woman coming into the garage.
"Well, if it were up to me,"
says the woman.
The white cape has a ten-inch black quarter
note on the back, and silver and gold sequins around the edges.
It's draped over a life-size cardboard cutout of the greatest
singer ever, Elvis Aron Presley. I don't see any price tag.
"What do you mean, if it were up to
"I'd sell it to you, cheap, but my
husband would probably kill me."
"Where's your husband? Let me talk
"He's not here. He's up north deer
"If you could sell it, what would
you ask for it?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe twenty-five
"I'll give you fifty for it."
"You'd pay fifty dollars for that
"Well, okay, let's make it sixty, deal?"
"You're tempting me, mister."
"Okay, one hundred dollars. That's
my last offer."
"I didn't realize it was so valuable."
"Well, it really isn't, but I feel
kind of crazy today."
"I just can't sell it. Al would be
"When does he get back? Maybe I can
talk to him about selling it."
"He'll be back tomorrow night. Say,
if you're that interested, come to the Now or Never Club next
Saturday evening. Al will be competing in the Elvis look-alike
contest. He's going to sing You Ain't Nothin' But a Hound
"Ma'am, I'll be there myself, doing
Love Me Tender."