As we left what passed for a motorway or highway, I’m not fussy, trees cast some shade across the road so we roared through light and shade turn and turnabout. The trees were tall and thin, swaying slightly in the hot wind, and of a dusky green which in my part of the world is simply to say green. When they were not tall, thin, and dusky green, they were less tall, broader but no less dusky green, less through choice than through dust. So, there were two types of trees planted to offer some respite from the sun before the days of air-conditioning.
“I’m freezing back here,” Violet said at one point. “Can’t you turn the fan down?”
“Perhaps if you dressed less like a complete and utter w***e, you’d be warmer.” Cass replied. “But I suppose that seeing you are a complete and utter w***e you m
