He flourished a white calling card. It turned blue. Whisper. Red. Whisk. A green man dangled from a tree stamped on the card. Flit. Shh. “Dark. And my friend with the red hair there is Mr. Cooger. Of Cooger and Dark’s . . .” Flip-flick-shhh. Names appeared, disappeared on the white square: “. . . Combined Shadow Shows . . .” Tick-wash.
