«Who won?»
«Damned if I know. She —»
But then the jalopy moved and took Willy Bersinger and Samuel Fitts with it, their hair cut, oiled, and neat on their sweet-smelling skulls, their cheeks pink-shaven, their finger-nails flashing the sun. They sailed under clipped green, fresh-watered trees, through flowered lanes, past daffodil, lilac, violet, rose, and peppermint-coloured houses on the dustless road.
«Pearl of the Orient, here we come!»
A perfumed dog, with permed hair, ran out, nipped their tyres and barked, until they were gone away and completely out sight.