"Who you?"
"Superman," Oliver said.
"You shrunk." There was a cracking noise from one of the planks. "Watch
it!" The other man got both hands under one edge of the boulder, bent
his knees, and heaved. The boulder rocked and began to slide down the
planks. They bowed farther but held as the three of them guided the
boulder to the street.
"One good moss-rock, Mrs. Nakano. Kind of small, though."
"I know you guys like a challenge," she said.
"Where you want it?"
She pointed through the gate.
"We better do it. This start down the road, it end up in somebody's
living room." They walked the boulder through the gate and to one end
of a flower bed. It took three of them to move it without using
crowbars; Oliver helped until it was in place.
"Hard to find a good moss-rock these days," Mrs. Nakano said. "How
about a soda?"
"Too early for anything else," one said. "Sure."
"Thank you so much for helping," she said to Oliver. "Are you thirsty?"
"Yes. I was looking for you. I think. Actually, I'm looking for Muni
Nakano who has a brother--Ken?"
"Oh," she said. "Muni is my brother-in-law."
"My name is Oliver, Oliver Prescott."
"How do you do, Oliver.
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