“Some people are made for luxury, Dan.

You just have to know how to give it to them.”

He flipped his car keys up into the air and caught them neatly in his palm with another loud jangle.

The bright halogen light from the open driver’s door fell right on the key ring.

Dangling beside the black plastic remote for his new car was a shiny silver spare key, freshly cut, with the wide notched head that fit the lock on my front door.

Rob slipped the shiny silver spare key into his pocket and drove off in his new car, leaving me standing by myself in the gravel driveway.