The Importance of a Good Deal

'I went up to New York with Tom one afternoon, and when we stopped by the ash-heaps he literally forced me from the car. I want you to meet my girl,' said Dr Akleberg. 'Though I was curious to see her I had no desire to meet her but I did.' The only building in sight was a small block of yellow brick sitting on the edge of the wasteland,. A sort of compact main street ministering to it, and contiguous to absolutely nothing. One of the three shops it contained was for rent, and another was an all-night restaurant, approached by a trail of ashes. The third was a garage. And I followed Tom inside.