Thank Marx

Terence is on the 103 bus, sitting in between Nina and Feebee.

He has forgotten that he would rather be on the ferry.

Because they are asking him questions, about his palace.

What was in it? asks Feebee.

Nothing, says Terence.

That's a weird palace, says Nina. Did it have doors?

Yes, says Terence, it had a giant door under my ledge.

So you were on the outside, says Nina. What if it rained?

I went under the Virgin, says Terence.

I see you're not an atheist, says Nina.

What's an atheist? asks Feebee.

Baby Pierre, says Nina. He said he was.

So it's a pebble, says Feebee.

Cannot but be, says Terence.

No, says Nina. An atheist doesn't believe in god. But you must.

I do, says Terence. He's my grandpa. And he believes in HIMSELF.

Grandpa? says Nina. He can't be your grandpa..

Can be, says Terence.

Let's play cannot but be, says Feebee.

Not yet, says Nina. What's his name, your grandpa?

Grandpa Marx, says Terence.

Marx. Everyone knows what he looks like.

Nina decides that Terence has made an understandable mistake.

But she does not pursue it. Why destroy his illusion?

Let's play cannot but be, says Nina. How do we play?

I know! says Feebee. What if I saw a beetle?

Cannot but beetle, says Terence.

Feebee and Terence collapse into giggles on the bus seat.

Nina thinks that she gets it.

What if I saw a beenana? asks Nina.

Terence looks puzzled.

Nina wonders if she didn't, after all, get it.

Cabana? says Feebee.

Nina looks at her watch.

Not long to Puerto de la Cruz.

Thank Marx they're on the express bus.