In my mind, after the events herein told, Reginald (?) Smelty goes out to his car, pulls a stained handkerchief from his breast pocket to dab beads of
sweat from his brow, and turns the key in the ignition.
Lady Bountiful watches in her rearview mirror as Smelty's car explodes.
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