Now, if he was truly being himself—and not a love-stricken swain—Mr Jinks would have found the whole concept and philosophy of Feng Shui risible, indeed he might have muttered in an aside—if there was anyone else with whom he could safely confide—"it's all Fuckin Hooey!"—but there was no such person present, and so, not wanting to appear iron-hearted and desperate to win favour in the limpid pooling, not to mention pulling and beguiling too, eyes of the hottest Queen he had ever encountered in his life, he let Sookie Soo fly her kite, and he began to believe, he, the most down-to-Earth guy in the whole of Hanna Barbera began to believe in all the schmaltzy hocus-pocus, in invisible forces, quasi-scientific mumbo-jumbo about Ley Lines and Tram Lines and Railway Lines and Palm Lines and Washing Lines—no, I think he made that one up—about the interrelationships between what Sookie, in her purring, sensuous accents called "the Scented Beans," which apparently referred to the Animal Kingdom, "and the Leaves and Pebbles," being Plants and the Planet itself, although in truth he could make very little sense of it all, indeed, was past caring, so besotted with her was he, to the extent that it seemed to the watching mice that they had become soul-mates, or as Dixie, who had once read a book, put it: "metempsychosis, as clear as day, she's taken him over, lock, stock and barrel, like a squatter movin into an empty building and claiming Right of Possession," and cost would be no object, he said, anything—to please Sookie, though he didn't say that, or not in so many words—and he would meet her tomorrow in the Luncheonette, to sign the contract and pay her deposit, and he helped her roll up the plans and he carried them to her sporty little two-seater and fancied the idea of the pair of them tootling out to the Blue Hills for a picnic and perhaps a swim in the lake and sunbathing on the warm grass, as he watched her drive around the corner and disappear, then turned back, to find TC getting ready to leave too: "I'll get the boys to find us a crane so we can turn the house around, and once that's done, Sookie can start on the yard and then the inside, you sure Goldilocks won't object?" and Jinks laughed louder than he intended: "nah! so long's she can catch her favourite TV shows and has her bottle and a pack of Lucky's, she don't really notice nuthin else, leave her to me, I'm the one wears the pants hereabouts," and when TC cast an eye over his legs, Jinks conceded, "well, figuratively!" and at the back of the yard, Pixie and Dixie rolled their eyes and agreed, "the sap's been hooked alright."