Eddie always knew what the time of day, week, month and year it was, but never knew if it was the right time for anything. Marzy had a hard time getting past knowing the week, but she knew when the time was right for anything.
Chalky, the third wheel on this tandem bicycle, knew neither the time of day nor when the time was right, and as a result had been caught in situations like trying to smuggle in his pants two endangered snakes on a plane from the Everglades, the day after Richard Reid tried to bomb a plane with explosives he carried in his shoe.
Now they were railbirds at the Big A and as Fuggedaboutitkid rounded for home, Chalky was pounding his ass with a rolled up Racing Form as a whip, urging “getem! fuggedaboutitkid! getem! fuggedaboutitkid!” in increasing furor as the longshot whisked towards the finish line to top off an $18 thou triple that would erase all his gambling debts and set him up in the snake business for life. All with the tip that Marzy had given him and which she didn’t bet herself because Eddie liked The Dreamer, hoping to pay for the wedding he thought it was the right time for.
The nag finished dead last. Marzy smiled, for the wedding which Marzy knew it was not the right time for would have to wait.