These blueprints fascinated me, yet I knew nothing about the mechanisms they held. This led me to a second question, which perhaps Tony might answer. “How is Party Time made?”
“Hmm? Oh, it’s a series of chemical steps.” Tony put a bookmark in his book, then went to his desk for paper, taking a fountain pen from his vest pocket. “It begins as a plant: its leaves are crushed and treated.” Using his book as a base to write upon, he began to draw, and I peered over his shoulder in excitement.
But he began speaking of things I didn’t understand. He drew lines and letters as he talked, making many shapes, and arrows which went from one shape to another. I wanted to know, so I felt discouraged and frustrated at not understanding his words, which gave me little insight. Neither Roy nor Molly gav
