When Hazel retreated reluctantly, the man with golden eyes said, “So you don’t remember what happened in Peptoe?” “I was sent to a Catholic orphanage here when I was three days old. Anyway, not much happens in a town of nine hundred and six.” “They’ve had a growth spurt since then,” Leftie said. “There’s now nine hundred and twelve.” “Though it’s become a metropolis,” Rightie said, “a little baby abandoned in the middle of a highway would be a big deal even in the new and improved Peptoe.”
