Lust for Bib.

First time I saw him he was driving his car - an old Bel-Air. He peered intently at me over his horn-rimmed glasses, for a fleeting moment contorted his face, and continued on his way...I gave it no thought.

Two days later upon entering a large department building I spied him browsing through the white Irish thread section. As I approached he suddenly eyed me wildly and shuffled away hurriedly...all the while croaking hoarsely. I pursued him; although in retrospect I know not why, and on reaching the doors I glimpsed him speeding away in his other car - a Holiday.