“Objection!” Danny said. “Stop calling me names. Look, I will show you the dirt,” Danny said. “It’s here in my suitcase. It’s in the car.”
“In the what? Where? You are telling me you put a suitcase with radioactive dirt from Spain forty years ago in our car?”
“You naive youngsters. What did you think we would do? Leave the evidence in the ground? American troops were dispatched, quite handily I might say, to dig up the dirt and repatriate it back to the US.”
“Hang on,” Val said. “You are telling me to hide it they – what? – flew the Spanish radioactive soil back to the States and buried it?”
“Indeed.” Danny scratched his balls.
“Where?”
“How should I know? The funeral was private.”
“What? In paper bags, I suppose.”
“For your information, it came in coffins. They covered the coffins
