Dave and Polly smoke erba

Betty One’s poolhouse was a sight to behold. Behind her spacious two thousand one hundred and sixteen square feet four-bedroom house and her modest fourteen by twenty-eight but well-maintained pool was the pseudo-Greek structure, inviting people to enter and change their clothes just like the stars in Hollywood. However, inside, even a few months after it had been built, it had degenerated into a storage area. Diane and Paul, known to each other as Dave and Polly and to the world as the Llewellyn Twins, were crowded together on the lounge couch as the rest of the floor space was consumed by lawn care supplies and Christmas decorations. They had finished setting up the jack-in-the-box and had practiced many times and were now taking a break.