Fatty O'Leary's Dinner Party (15 page)

“I have had a fortunate life,” he said to Betty. “Don't you think so, Betty?”

“Oh I do,” said Betty. “I do indeed.”

Fatty and Betty sat on their porch, the morning sun on their faces, looking down the leafy street, with its comfortable well-kept homes. Somebody had been cutting a lawn, and there was the sweet smell of mown grass on the air. Fatty sniffed it appreciatively. A dog barked. Porky Flanagan drove past in his old Chrysler, slowed down, and waved. Fatty waved back. Then he closed his eyes, and smiled.