‘Okay,’ Red said after a minute. ‘I’ll go again. I spy with my little eye something beginning with L.’ ‘Is it the last dying embers of my will to live?’ Frank replied. ‘Nope!’ said Red, delighted that Frank was apparently now fully involved. ‘Guess again.’ There was another long minute. ‘It’s lamp post! See? The lamp post over there.’ Red pointed towards the street. ‘Your turn.’
