You wouldn’t understand yet, son, but your daddy’s gonna make a
transaction... a business transaction that’s going to change our
lives... That’s how come one day when you ‘bout seventeen years old I’ll
come home... I’ll pull the car up on the driveway... just a plain black
Chrysler, I think, with white walls—no—black tires... the gardener will
be clipping away at the hedges and he’ll say, “Good evening, Mr.
Younger.” And I’ll say, “Hello, Jefferson, how are you this evening?
