“Good evening? “Good evening,” he says!’ His face contorted into a puckered grin of nastiness. ‘Let me tell you something, Pip Bin, your good evenings will not last if I have my way. One day soon I shall greet you by saying, “Bad evening,” and you will have no choice but to sadly shake your head and say, “Yes, yes, it is a bad evening, they all are now.” Ha, ha, ha!”
