"You hear me, Saxon?
Come on along.

What if it is the Bricklayers?
I'll have gentlemen friends there, and so'll you.

The Al Vista band'll be along, an' you know it plays heavenly.

An' you just love dancin'-- -" Twenty feet away, a stout, elderly woman interrupted the girl's persuasions.

The elderly woman's back was turned, and the back-loose, bulging, and misshapen--began a convulsive heaving.
"Gawd!" she cried out.