"I guess it's none of those things." Harold gave his inane giggle.
Orville felt cheated. "You call this neighborly? Remember when I drove clear out into the country with a gallon of gas that time when you got stuck?"
"I'm trying. You gotta think of it up to that point, then you gotta think the other way. But you can't explain it. You just do it."
Harold picked up two of the rings from Rosie's fruit jars and moved them back and forth across one another. He tried with three rings, dropped them.
"It's no use."
"Try harder."
Harold shook his head. "I suppose if I wanted to bad enough.... But now that we been to the Moon, there's nothing else I want to do."
Orville reached for the rings and tried.
Suddenly, Harold sprang up. "Oh, my socks!"