the last book I ever read (Black Wings Has My Angel (New York Review Books Classics)) by Elliot Chaze, excerpt four)

from Black Wings Has My Angel (New York Review Books Classics) by Elliot Chaze:

I paid the real estate man a month in advance and he said he hoped we liked Milligan Street and that he used to live there himself. He gave the impression I could work my way up to a better street, too, if I stayed on the ball and went to bed early and watered my grass plenty. He gave me his card. This was the second one and I guess he’d forgotten giving me the first one. Real estate men and insurance salesmen generally seem to be loaded with the things, with an unlimited supply of cards, and there’s something about the way they hand them to you that makes you take them whether you want them or not. When he was gone I went inside with Virginia and threw the cards in the fireplace.