Farky, who had drunk water at the picnic, was riding up near the front of the peloton. The others were feeling a little under the weather, and kept towards the back.
Sweezus: What are Belle et Bonne and Marie doing today?
The VeloDrone: They're looking for a bookshop. They want to buy a copy of The Sailor Who Fell from Grace With the Sea.
Violetta: Sheesh! I wouldn't want to read it. Farky hasn't exactly been talking it up.
Sweezus: Yeah, funny isn't it. He keeps saying 'it gets worse'.
Le Bon David: I gather he means it gets worse for Molly. Poor Molly. She should never have googled the author.
Gustave: Yes, I agree. The story is gruesome enough, but what happened to the author was worse.
Violetta: You mean, when his friend failed to cut off his head? So another friend had to do it. And then the first friend had to do seppuku too.
Gaius: What's so terrible about that? We Romans....
Gustave: Button up Gaius! No, it was worse than that.
Sweezus: Now you sound like Farky.
Gustave: Well it was. Worse for Molly.
Le Bon David: Absolutely. When she read about Yukio Mishima's childhood.....
Sweezus: Yeah.
Just then Farky appeared, dropping back to ride with them.
Farky: Burrrp! Oooh! Pardon! What was in that aligot stuff we ate yesterday?
Violetta: Just Chantal cheese, mashed potato and garlic.
Farky: Yikes! Garlic! Molly hates garlic. I'm done for!
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