“Not very attractive,” said Gloria too low for Marty to hear, but just now she was fearful of disappointment in her Echo Park interests.
“But it’s all cleaned up fine out further,” added Marty. “This is kinda rough, ain’t it?”
“Yes,” said Gloria, grasping her handle bar desperately while Marty fairly hugged his.
“Lots o’ puddles,” he remarked again. Marty was never dull company.
“Yes; we had a lot of rain. Sure you’ve got the key?”
“You betcha’,” and he clapped a hand over his sweater pocket. “It’s on a long string, can’t lose it.”
“Don’t,” cautioned Gloria.
“Never been out here before?” he asked pompously.
“No, I thought it was all a sort of fairy tale.”
“Ain’t it? That’s what ma used to say. She said maybe a fairy would move in and settle her family there. They ain’t afraid of water in the cellar,” he scoffed approvingly.