|
Catch Me If You CanWe figure you donБЂ™t even have an oil pan on the damned thingБЂ¦ Have you given any thought to trading that car in on a new one, Mr. Abagnale?БЂ«Dad was stunned. БЂњWhy, I donБЂ™t even use my Mobil card-my son does,БЂ«he said when he recovered. БЂњThere must be some mistake.БЂ«The Mobil investigator placed several hundred Mobil charge receipts in front of Dad. Each bore his signature in my handwriting. БЂњHow did he do this? And why?БЂ«Dad exclaimed. БЂњI donБЂ™t know,БЂ«replied the Mobil agent. БЂњWhy donБЂ™t we ask him?БЂ«They did. I said I didnБЂ™t know a thing about the swindle. I didnБЂ™t convince either of them. I had expected Dad to be furious. But he was more confused than angry. БЂњLook, son, if youБЂ™ll tell us how you did this, and why, weБЂ™ll forget it. ThereБЂ™ll be no punishment and IБЂ™ll pay the bills,БЂ«he offered. My dad was a great guy in my book. He never lied to me in his life. I promptly copped out. БЂњItБЂ™s the girls, Dad,БЂ«I sighed. БЂњThey do funny things to me. I canБЂ™t explain it.БЂ«Dad and the Mobil investigator nodded understanding-ly ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
phpBB
текст
|
|