The organizers of the beauty contest begin to break down the platform. Some mothers are still perplexed with their strollers to the side. They seem disappointed that the race did not lead to a result.
If I were to walk the boulevard I suddenly see are a familiar car. The Hendersons. Mr. Henderson is stiff behind the wheel, Mrs. Henderson waves.
"Patricia! We're here!"
It seems Mrs. Henderson's gay. She has a colorful scarf tied around her head and sunglasses make her head even narrower than it already is.
"Gee, Trish, we are just on the news! How awful anyway all. How she was able to get it in her head ?
"" Oh, come, "said Mr. Henderson geaggiteerd. "We're not even how it all went. Now, let's first have to go to the police."
He holds the door open for me and I step back. The convertible whiz away. I'm just starting off of the TV people.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
