So then all four of us went back where the tables were and I ordered pineapple and vanilla. Pee-wee ordered plain vanilla, because one color always looks bigger than two.
Harry said, “Well, how are the wild adventures coming on? Been tracking in the silent depths of Terrace Court Park lately? Any more leopards?”
I said, “Oh, we’ve been doing a lot of killing lately—killing time.”
“How’s the old car?” he said, “When are you going to have the grand opening?”
I said, “You’d better be careful how you speak about that old car; it has a past—a dark past.”
Grace Bronson said, “Oh, isn’t that perfectly lovely?”
“There’s a mystery connected with it.” Pee-wee said.
“No!” Harry said, kind of jollying Pee-wee. “How long has it been connected?”
“Twenty-five long years,” Pee-wee said, all the while working away on his ice cream.
“Long ones, hey?” Harry said.