Six o'clock in Norwood.
Vello, David and Gaius sit outside Cibo's, drinking espressos.
They did not expect to see Sweezus turn up, on his bike.
Thought you'd be sleeping it off, this morning, says Vello.
No way, says Sweezus. After you guys left we had an idea for the hidden bicycle video. Anyone seen Baby Pierre?
He whizzed by five minutes ago, says David. Then zipped under a car.
Which way was he going? asks Sweezus.
East, says Gaius. Probably back to my house.
Great, thanks, says Sweezus.
He turns and heads up The Parade.
Sweezus seems keen on this hidden bicycle, says Vello.
It's a good concept, says David. And we'll gain more readers.
For the wrong reasons, says Vello. Velosophy is aimed at intellectuals.
Lighten up, it's the holidays, says David.
As long as he doesn't make it too easy, says Vello.
Baby Pierre's bicycle is almost invisible when in plain sight, says David.
I suppose so, says Vello. But I'm having the last word on this competition.
I ought to have a say, says Gaius. It's my article and my reputation.
In my magazine, says Vello.
Our magazine, says David.
The three philosophers (or really, two philosophers and one natural historian) finish their coffee and head for Norton Summit Road.
Sweezus arrives at Gaius's front door, and rings the door bell.
Pierre-Louis answers.
Is Baby Pierre here? asks Sweezus.
Which one is he? asks Pierre-Louis.
Tiny pebble with legs, says Sweezus. Rides a bike with green wheels.
Not back yet, says Pierre-Louis.
Ting-zoooom-ruurrrch!.
He is now.
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