ttle in  but trotted off into t toucook breaticed Id some to for some little time -- and sank into one of te metal terrace c -a-pat, I can tell you, but t last appeared from somey sood tirical, piercing, blue eye.

    Except for tances t in one ainless steel, many-brancick of as, butc  silver skull and crossbones for a buckle, coarse, cropped, grey ied Indian-style around ty grey in colour.

    quot;You ts come about t; sion was pure hillbilly.

    I burbled in tive.

    quot; t; sed to ed me still furto herself.

    But noting roar announced action  to commence. ttle person set doerrace table, briskly struck a matc of s and applied to ting t in a cable t ed negligently on t to see.

    dressing up for terviein bias-cut lace-trimmed negligee circa 1935,  sugar almond, one  Max Factor look and s I assumed o tural precision of too far  gave   ed-in red trapezoid.

    But s look  all, at all -- oen or fifteen years younger, t tuagenarian riven as s. Impressive, though. Impressive as hell.

    And you kne once t launc because anytill smouldering a ranscended beauty. But somet you look at her and keep on looking.

    At once I  into automatic, I assumed tance of gigolo. I picked up , said: quot;Encéquot;, bo not surprised by t s smile for fear of cracking y greeting, eyeing me in a very peculiar  made tively vegetarian.

    It freaked me. S y. So ts . Id never before, nor am I likely to again, encountered sucreamed out of t frail little old lady i