“ It was going to be our job to annoy someone?” “I know—it’s a dream come true! ”
After an hour the score was: Quancita—34 Radiz—51 Sally—froglegs Perla—9 a
~ Joel N. Ross
Are you okay?” “Yeah.” “Good,” she said, “because if you fall off a skyscraper, I’ll be so mad at you.
Are you . . . lost?” “Not really,” she told him. “We just don’t know where we’re going.
What are you doing?” I asked Loretta. “Stabbing a cushion,” she told me.
