“Shortly after we left the beach, as we were driving down a country road, another police car passed us with flashing lights and whirling siren. The policemen inside ignored us, since they were on the lookout for a black Bugatti with yellow doors, not an old green buggy. A prince as opposed to a frog. But as soon as they were out of sight, Felix reached for his leather suitcase and started rummaging around in it as he drove. He pulled out a pair of heavy glasses and something else I couldn’t iden...tify, a hairy gray switch, all limp and disgusting, which for a moment I thought was a live animal, or one that used to be alive. “Close your eyes one moment, Mr. Feuerberg,” said Felix. “Now we will put on Purim costumes, because I see police are getting nervous.” I closed my eyes and kept them closed for five minutes or so. The Beetle swerved right and left. I figured he’d taken his hands off the wheel. “Is okay now for you to open.” I opened my eyes. There beside me sat an old man with a bowed back and heavy glasses.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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