PoppyIts hard to introduce her without sounding racist or sexist or ethnicist or something Im not. Well, anyway, she was Chinese and from South Africa and she never developed the art of driving automobiles that all American males (and females, and all ethnicities) develop. She was late for a party where thirty of us, faculty and students, and her husband, waited. Kent told us how she side-swiped a car at the mall a week before, almost removed both its left doors, but since this went unobserved came home to innocently say what shed done: fortunately, just another hit and run. Laughing over this we heard a car crashing down the alley. Poppy! he laughed, and it was.