E-type

A guy knocking off a girl from the estate used to park his E-type on the waste ground at the back. She's dead now. Usually, any posh car that even slowed down near the estate would get done over. Scratched or smashed. But I looked after that Herbert's car for him. Chased the kids away. Kept an eye on it. I didn't do it for her - Sally Williams, she was called - and I certainly didn't do it for him. But it was such a beautiful car that it would have been a crime to let anything happen to it.