Once we’re over the Georgia-South Carolina line, I stop at the first car dealership I can find. Trixie is still in her hooker outfit and doesn’t seem inclined to change, but I proceed with the transaction despite the frank stares. I trade the Mazda for a Lincoln MKZ. The bastards only give me five grand on the trade even though I paid nine thousand when I bought it a few weeks ago. I suppose I should haggle, but I don’t have the time or energy for it. No matter. All of the irregularities are overlooked when I pay for the car outright with the MasterCard. It takes about an hour of waiting while they detail the car and do the paperwork, so Trixie and I end up sitting around in the customer lounge waiting and ignoring each other. She is a magnet
