Loyce rolled down his window and peered out. A shapeless dark bundle, swinging a little with the wind. Again he passed the little square of green with its lonely drinking fountain and bench and single lamppost.įrom the lamppost something was hanging. He cursed under his breath and swung the car in a U-turn. There were no parking places in front of LOYCE TV SALES AND SERVICE. He drove slowly past the small square of green in the center of the street, the town park. The store had been open without him he'd arrive just in time to spell the help for dinner, go over the records of the day, maybe even close a couple of sales himself. He stopped his Packard for a red light and then started it up again. The setting sun cast long rays over the scurrying commuters, tired and grim-faced, women loaded down with bundles and packages, students swarming home from the university, mixing with clerks and businessmen and drab secretaries. Janet could get a new vase with the money he had saved and he liked the idea of repairing the foundations himself! But for a forty-year-old man he had done okay. His back and shoulders ached from digging dirt out of the basement and wheeling it into the back yard. Five o'clock Ed Loyce washed up, tossed on his hat and coat, got his car out and headed across town toward his TV sales store.
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