The Greedy Relatives Wanted My Cars for a Dollar

At the end of the year, my cousin called me.

"Clementine Henson, business at your dealership must be pretty bad with all the electric cars eating up the market, right?"

"It's the end of the year, and everybody's looking to buy. Might as well keep the money in the family, so we all agreed we'd help you out. Just sell them to us at a thousand a car."

Sure, gas cars had taken a beating from the electric ones, and business wasn't what it used to be. Prices had been cut again and again.

But even the cheapest car in my showroom, after every discount, still ran sixty or seventy grand.