“Hey, hey, Frisco!” our angel said. “Yo, Chuck! We could visit those guys at the Mechanics Monument again! They know how to party!” “Oh, man,” the other angel said. “I am so there!” “You guys have visited San Francisco?” I asked. “We automatons gotta have some fun once in a while, right?” our statue said. “Those mechanics took us over to the de Young Museum and introduced us to these marble lady statues, see. And—” “Hank!” the other statue Chuck cut in. “They’re kids, man.” “Oh, right.” If bronze statues could blush, I swear Hank did. “Back to flying.”
