Frank met Vidalia on the Lost Highway. He
spied her, short and squat, by the side of
the road, at just about the point where he'd
met a guy who called himself Robert Coover years before.
Frank hadn't been sure about that Robert Coover.
In any case, he plucked Vidalia from her roadside indignity and tucked her into the inside pocket of his extra special creamsicle coat, thinking
she would make a good snack.
»Eat me!« cried Vidalia.
»Quiet, you saucy lass!« shrieked Frank, somewhat
archaically, as he picked up the pace down the Lost Highway.