I preferred to pursue the former, since the latter brought to the fore the nose I lacked, the one for storing money. ‘Any time, Jack, any time.’ Last time I had seen Harry, he had chuckled in joyful anticipation of getting his hands on Dad’s collection of automobilia, with or without Classic Car Restorations and Frogs Hill Farm itself. It had been the first time he had made an offer to me without getting dirt straight back in his personal fuel line. He’s a car dealer, is Prince, and sees himself as King and Emperor of the car trade in this part of Kent. So far I’d refused his deal every time. I don’t like the way he does things, I don’t like the way he treats people, and I don’t like Harry. I do like his wife, but that’s not much help. My major problem was money. Not an unusual one, I grant you, but crucial to me at that moment. When Dad died, just after I’d returned to Kent, he was greatly mourned by all who loved him and classic cars. Especially his family. Having returned to Kent merely to sort things out, somehow I never left again.
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