Mac looked up from his notes. "How do you spell that?" he asked.
"D-I-N-G-U-S," I said.
He slapped his notebook shut. "I guess that wraps things up," he said. "I hope you don't expect any rush job, though. I've been pretty busy lately."
I shook my head. "Any time in the next week or 10 days is fine," I assured him. "Any idea what the whole thing would come to—including installation?"
He thought for a moment or two, then named me a figure which sounded reasonable, and we shook on it.
True to his word, Mac showed up with the court within the specified time and installed it. He had invented a green plastic that looks like grass and has a bounce that I would say is about halfway between clay and grass.
"It is merely a combination of hexmethline, clorox, hetrasolluol, 2-4 tetrazin, epicenin and HSo� with a 13th carbon atom added, naturally, but let's just call it tenlon, for short."
"Catchy name," I said.
We've had it a month now, and it's been working to perfection. Not a bad bounce yet—and it's so cool on your feet! Furthermore, the pool works just as well as the court. Sometimes we roll the surface back but leave the tennis net up. Bet on water polo to be thrown out of the 1972 Olympics and water tennis to take its place. (I haven't yet decided whether there should be one or two serves and whether the flutter kick should be ruled illegal.)