000097 #worm So in addition to not sliding off the road we had to worry about the car acting up, which evidently it sometimes did when conditions were inconvenient enough. We had to stop every fifty feet or so to put more oil into its smoking hole. And you know, I admired the wry humour with which these witches poured oil into their car. They called her she, they called her bitch, they laughed and cursed her, but they bought the oil, and they popped open the hood and poured it in there and we drove on another little treacherous ways. That was how it worked. When we got back, we lay in bed in boxers and T-shirts, and the short witch gave me a massage.