I SAID, “WHAT DOES Barcelona want with me?”
Tomboy Taylor removed the stogie and said evenly, “Barcelona wants to see it Flying Heels, Moonbeam, and Lady Grace next month.”
When I got done gulping I said, “You mean Barcelona wants me to fix the Kentucky Derby?”
“Oh no,” she replied in a very throaty contralto that went with her figure and her thousand dollars worth of simple skirt and blouse. “You needn’t ‘Fix’ anything. Just be sure that it’s Flying Heels, Moonbeam, and Lady Grace in that order. One, two, three. Do I make Barcelona quite clear?”
I said, “Look, Tomboy, neither of them platers can even run that far, let alone running ahead.”
“Barcelona says they can. And will.” She leaned forward and stubbed out the Pittsburgh stogie and in the gesture she became wholly beautiful as we
