"I knew Mr. Burton coud trust me with Portia, and I'm not going to let mypartner down - EVER!"Harold and Portia enjoued Ms. Clydesdale's bacon and che...se sandwichesimmensely, but after he'd finished his lunch, though, he went downstairsto his Uncle Claude's workshop, where he cut off the heads of the rustybolts holding the Studebaker together, then removed both of the shafts.The old axles were rusted so solid,ly to the bottom of the old model carthat he had to cut them in half and use a pliers. The slick black pavement perfectly matches the utter darkness of the sky, aside from the illumination from all manner of neon signs which, along with the dimming street lights, are the only beacons of light on the entire road. Driving down at near breakneck speeds is a red 1980 Chevrolet Citation driven by a skrawny-looking Mexican with a cigarette hanging off his lip; short, curly, black hair; eyes big enough to eat off of; a buttoned-up, white dress shirt with a popped collar; a neon pink. She just wants to make sure she does everything right." Sounds kind of boring. I think I'll just find something to eat at home." OK. Love you." You too, John."He pressed the button and said, "Call accountant." Elizabeth Dexter and Associates. How may I help you?" Hi, Martha. John O'Hara. Is she in?" I think she's still here. Which one of you is the client?" I am." OK. Please hold."There was about ten seconds of talk radio and then a woman said, "Hi, John." Hi Lizzy. How are you holding up?" I. He knew studio lighting was easy to remove and the row of switches could be patched."Sounds like a really good plan," he said."We sort of decided to use the upstairs room while you were studying for your chemistry final," Shelly said. "We had already decided to live in the basement. We weren't sure if the upstairs was going to be someone's room, but we doubted both would be occupied. Even if they were, no one had a problem with it – so long as we changed the sheets and stuff. I honestly didn't.