Michael Malone - Weebly

meant Evelyn Troyes and a blur of red Firebird meant
Ramona Dingley and Orchid O'Neal. All came but the
Abernathys' copper Seville which was now being
towed away from Bank Street in Greenwich Village,
where Beanie Abernathy slept late with Richard Rage.
Here sped a maroon Jaguar out of the Dingley
Club. Down High Street, past Alexander Hamilton
Academy and then the Prim Minster, past Dr. Otto
Scaper rushing in Hayes's dirty brown Plymouth the
opposite way, past the Bredforet estate, it roared
confidently to its destination. Lance Abernathy wheeled
it into Glover's Lane. Here down the walk skipped Joy
Strummer with her little golden spaniel. She came to
meet the wave of a brown hand in a blue leisure jacket.
Beneath her dress she wore a blue bathing suit, just the
color of her dew-blue eyes. Out Lance leaped to seat
her, and off they drove to float in blue pool water. The
sun frisked and frolicked all over the shiny hood,
caroming from chrome to chrome. All around her the
wind whisked her sky-silk scarf. She smiled. He smiled.
They laughed at the sun. O Love Divine, all loves
excelling. Joy of Heaven, to earth come down.