Diversion on the Way to Vestment

As Silvia ran through the carnival, with Pooky in one hand and their precious few coins in the other she felt herself tugged back again, to find Pooky pointed at a booth.

Two women behind, dressed alike, but one in orange and the other in purple.

"Hey, Hot Pockets!", one girl called.

"Win something for your girlfriend?", her orange friends added to Silvia and Pooky's mutual giggling.

"Oh! Well...", they did have clothing for some prizes, with pegs in front of them.

A ring toss.

"Silvia, I want that lamp.

Win that lamp for me, Silvia."

"All right, madam, be honest with me.

Is it actually possible to win this game?"

The woman in purple grinned, "If I like you, it is."

"Hot dog! Let's go!"

Silvia took her first throw. For one silver you got three rings.

"No, throw it over the peg!", Pooky pouted.

"Well, that's no good.

• Oh! - Oh, no.", Silvia tossed again.

"Are you blind?", Pooky scoled.

"I'm trying, Matron!

It's hard.", Silvia stammered.

"You're failing, Silvia.

What is it about you and failure?"