Klassik Kars
Harri pulled into the parking lot for Klassic Kars, checked her pocket to make sure she had everything she needed, then she stepped out of her 1948 Ford F100 pick up. Her door closed firmly behind her with little effort.
A youngish salesman popped out of the office and scurried toward her. “What can I show you today?”
“Nothing, thanks. I need Big Jim.”
He remained unfazed, “I’m sure I can help you.”
She brushed him aside. “No. You can’t. My business is with Big Jim.”
“But..”
“Big. Jim.” Harri pulled open the door to the former service station converted to used car dealership. The Klassic in the name was more for show than content. She knew Big Jim’s office was in the corner, and he would have already seen her approaching. Not a problem. He didn’t know why she was there. Not yet.
She made sure the door closed behind her before the salesman could follow her in. Good. Big Jim’s office door was open. She could fix that. Striding across the room, she was in the office before Mr. I’m Sure I Can Help You could step through the door. Once inside, she pulled Big Jim’s door shut behind her and stepped to the chair nearest her in front of his desk and stood.
Big Jim looked up from his paperwork, surprised. “Whoa! What’s going on?”
Harri extended her right hand across the desk, “Harriet Peters. I came to discuss some business with you.”
Big Jim shook her hand and released it, “Big Jim Walther. What do you have in mind?”
Harri sat down, mentally noting Big Jim hadn’t invited her to. “I’ve been hearing rumors.”
Big Jim’s only response was a brief raising of his eyebrows. He waited for her to continue.
“I’ve heard you might be interested in selling out — perhaps to retire or move closer to your mom down in Florida.”
“Ah. That rumor’s out there, eh?” He didn’t wait for an answer, “There might be some truth to it. Not in a big hurry at this time. Haven’t listed with anyone yet. You interested in listing me?”
Harri shook her head, “No. I’m not an agent. I am, however, interested in buying.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Big Jim leaned back in his chair, contemplating Harri sitting in front of him. “You don’t know how much I want to sell for.”
“I think we can work something out that will be mutually satisfying.”
“You sound pretty confident.”
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Interesting way to introduce a woman with a male nickname…
Most of my female characters have nicknames and occupations that might traditionally be considered male. I don’t have a grasp on any other type of woman.
You keep presenting us with characters and situations that are instantly fascinating–good for you!
When May 1 comes around, please consider taking at least one of these characters all the way to “the end” or “the end for now.”
I learned to drive a stick shift in a 1948 Ford pickup truck. Not sure of the model number. It was Dad’s–he used it all the time. It pulled the boat, and with the canvas canopy on it, it was a camper. When my Chevy broke down, he drove that truck out into the night to rescue me. Harri is my kind of gal!
Thank you. We have a ’48 Ford pick up in the shop about a third restored. It was the type of vehicle my husband got to drive when he learned to drive.
This is inspired by my WIP, Something’s Fishy, but none of the characters featured today are in the original novel. That may change, because I’m not happy with the draft that came out for Something’s Fishy, and this may be more in line. Or maybe something will spin off that I can use.
Harri sounds like an interesting character and I’d love to know what her offer to Big Jim will be. 🙂
Good dialogue going.
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Moondustwriter