The Bric-A-Brac Man

The Bric-A-Brac ManPart one of a new novelWhere Should I Start? A tricky question, that. God alone knows where all personal dramas begin, and though He's supposed to be omnipresent, He never seems to be around when you need Him.I met my cousin, Maurice Fitzjames, by chance in the summer. Having parked my decrepit station wagon outside the Harvard Club, I was trotting along Commonwealth Avenue when I almost collided with him. So I had no opportunity to avoid the bastard.As usual, he was dressed l...