“Ah, I wondered about it,” said the younger, mimicking the elder.
“Now this,” said the elder, growing his stomach, his jowls increasing in stature, and holding himself butler-like, “this is the fat-cat posture. You’ll need it much more than you think.”
The younger attempted this one. It was difficult for him at first. Struggling and forgetting his history as a trim man, he pulled it off.
“It’s especially good for exotic vacations not to mention long Vegas weekends—all kinds’a stuff,” the elder said wisely, winking.
* * *
As they arrived outside the majestic white stone building, the younger said, “You never taught me the working-class one. I feel unprepared.”
“Relax,” said the elder, straightening his protégé’s tie. He chuckled through cigar smoke. “What makes you think you’ll need that for anything?”