19A 1947 plum-red art-deco truck pulled up. The Chevy sat for a minute and the engine backfired a few times. The idle sounded rough. Pita-Paul didn't see the truck at first. The driver blew the horn. Pita-Paul waddled to the truck, opened the door and jumped in. The truck sped off before Pita-Paul could shut the door.
Scratch took Betty by the hand and they trotted to the double doors. Betty yelped and giggled as he pulled her behind him. She held down her skirt with one hand and kept her balance by holding the door frame with other.
“See you later, Jerzy!” Scratch yelled out.
“Be careful, Mr Scratch – oh, why bother? He's not going to listen,” Jerzy said.
They rushed to Scratch's Dodge and hopped in. Scratch started the engine and sped off. A few blocks down the street, they caught up
