"Character," Artie countered, finally standing up with a groan. "That dent tells a story. Probably saved the previous owner from a shopping cart mutiny at the grocery store. What matters is the engine. It’s got that Japanese soul. It’ll outlive us both if you change the oil once every decade."
Leo looked at the $1,200 scrawled on the glass. He had exactly $900 in his pocket and a baby on the way. Artie knew the look. He’d seen it a thousand times at Buy Rite—the desperation masked by a practiced skepticism. buy rite cars
"Look," Artie said, leaning against the door frame. "You buy right, you sleep right. That’s the motto. I can’t give it to you for nine hundred, or my wife will have me sleeping in the trunk of that Cadillac over there. But I’ll tell you what—you give me eight-fifty today, and you come back next month and help me detail the new arrivals for the rest of the three-fifty. Deal?" "Character," Artie countered, finally standing up with a