a gap in the surrounding shrubbery and onto the cooling, darkened
grass of the deserted court slowly rolls the black ball, it's white
stripe wobbling along as if on it's own. The third Annual
After Dark lawn games have begun. Floodlights are discouraged,
and silence is a must for 1994's challenger, the sleek and lovely
Lola, is easily startled and not to be provoked. She wears
her confidence under a think mask of timidity, but in the end, whatever
Lola wants, Lola gets.
this case, an unrivaled ability at most nocturnal activities, croquet
included, has earned her the unheard of indulgence of a personal
ball. Not for Lola to bother herself with drawing lotts like
the other members of the After Dark Garden Club.
she steps up to the wicket, the chittering of the crickets comes
to an abrupt halt, and the other players are relieved; were she
to break for a snack now, the game might well slow to a stop.
Lola's natural disposition, gentle yet extremely focused, regularly
brings the pace down to a plodding trundle.
she be disturbed during play, Lola may well stamp her front feet
in indignation; every move is vital to her game plan. And
although she is a professional, she has been known to fume, turning
her back on the whole crowd and flipping up in consternation her