Faye, Anna, Edna and I like to do the nice middle class neighborhoods. We lived in a much nicer section ourselves, down near Sarasota, but God's own truth is, rich people don't put anything out at sale until it's used up, worn out, and ready to throw away. Stuff less well to do people would be embarrassed to offer, though they'd drop it in the charity box without a qualm. We got stuck following two woman in a green SUV like happens sometimes. They always seemed to pull into the next sale just ahead of us. When we'd walk in they'd be walking out with treasures that could have been ours. Finally we skipped ahead of them by passing the next sale where they'd stopped. We should have skipped two or three ahead, because they caught up too quickly - practically running down the drive to join us at the next sale we reached. The bigger woman, a real Amazon, and awfully young to be playing this game, considered a cast iron bank carefully. It was the sort of thing that would be valuable in an original, but I could see from ten feet away it was a reproduction.
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