"But I don't have any problems." No?" the Old Man responded with a touch of impatience in his voice. "Youhave what is commonly called a sweet tooth. Y...u love eating... junkfood... and are afraid of gaining too much weight." Then with a shake ofhis head, the Old Man added, "At the rate you eat those sweets of yours,I am surprised that you aren't much heavier than you are. I can arrangeis so that you no longer need worry about gaining weight from yoursweets."Charlie blushed brightly, shrugging at. . The proportions are huge. And the flowers smell so nice. These lanes must be fifteen feet wide each! So oversized, so easy to stay in the lane. Let's see... Gee these flowers smell nice... Call it forty-five feet for the two lanes and the breakdown lane, another fifty-five feet to the sound barriers... Look at all the wildflowers... So pretty... Huh? What? The barriers are not really high at all, twelve feet maybe? Maybe a bit more? No, I guess about twelve feet... Gee, such nice. Drucker about it," he smiled. "See?!" Mrs. Douglas said. "Wait," Oliver waved off his wife. "We were just at Drucker's. You were supposed to be doing your chores!" "I was! But when the wind's just right, you can hear everything you say, Mr. Douglas." "Oh! That's the most ridicu-" "You're the one that's cursed!" Lisa said, hopefully. "Eb, what about me?!" "We can't hear everything you say. I don't think the wind understands your accent very well, Mrs. Douglas." Lisa Douglas's hopes were. She was wearing a bright purple and pink striped shirt, black slacks with suspenders, and a black hat with a purple daisy on top. She had drawn a pink rose on her white-grease painted cheeks. She grinned at me and motioned for me to follow her to the gift shop.The gray-haired woman behind the counter greeted her warmly and Chrissy pulled bright colored balloons from her pocket; and in no time, we were walking the halls of the hospital with a load of balloons that I didn't bother to count..