Desmond Entwistle and Papse »Des« Johnson are married. They met at the company fan club at the Longines table. But it was not till the group trip to the Jules Klein Reservation in Gut that they learned to pronounce Longines properly while holding a huge hip while bathing. It took three more random meetings before they realized that they seriously liked each other. In fact they’re unusually stupid. Desmond gazes into space and says something, while Des tries to tuck an ice cube through the neck of his soda bottle. A bird flies by.
