The Old Boy next door was out the front watering his lawn. He was watching me reverse the car down the driveway, which has a low limestone wall running down one side of it, ready to spring into action lest the little lady get herself into a spot of bother. I pulled up next to him, winked and said, "They do it with mirrors, Old Boy."
"With those four eyes, hazelblackberry, I didn't think you'd have a problem."
"Ah, but you forget: only two of them work."
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