The man across the street had a blue Chevy that looked like this one. Greg Beresford was 
the eldest son there, he was several years older and taught us all to play doctor.

Thick As

THE VOICE OF SALOME

  Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood? . . .
Nay; but perchance it was the taste of love. . .
They say that love hath a bitter taste. But what matter? what matter? I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth.     

 [A ray of moonlight falls on Salome and illumines her.]

Wilde - Salomé

Beardsley - Pen & Ink

85 in the shade...