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Davey showed me around the house a little, none of which made me change my mind in the least; I'd be dipped in shit before I ever lived at Denham Hall, nor would I ever, under any circumstances, let any child of mine within a mile of that gloomy pit; I'd rather live in a Saigon jail cell than call the place home, and certain events that night bore me out; what happened has already been told, so I'll say nothing more on the subject, except that it was the most frightening experience of my entire life. Just believe me when I say the return of Elvis, teaching a dog to tap-dance and sing 'Embraceable You', and me living there are three things that are just not ever gonna happen. Davey did take time the morning we arrived to show me his father's car collection, which included some of the most beautiful cars I'd ever seen, all in perfect condition; the car his granddaddy gave Mom on her wedding day, a classic 1950's Jaguar C-Type sports car, was there, dark green and sleek, curvaceous, and breathtakingly sexy, a few quirky machines that David Senior had cherished, a pop-eyed little red car that had been Daddy and David Senior's favorite plaything (and it had come as bit of a shock when Davey had first told me that Daddy knew Davey's daddy well, they'd been best friends, closer than brothers, even, from before Davey was born), and, best of all, Daddy's beautiful, gleaming Harley Davidson motorcycle, untouched and un-ridden since the day Davey's poor daddy had passed away.