When the coroner read the news himself:
   “The car in which he was riding…”
He could hardly bring himself to backwash his pool.
The sprinkler was on, spraying the periwinkle.
“Move it.” he shouted.
“The rhododendron is dying.”
“I think anything cutting water is spiritual.”
“I agree.” “Good.”
Another guest arrives over the cattle guard
With his wife.