“Well, that’s it,” said Whizzbang, “Another year over, a new one begins. You make resolutions?”
Mab’s face lit with a dreamy smile “Oh, yes,” she crooned, “The very best was back in nineteen sixty-nine.”
“Oh? Pray tell,” said Whizzbang.
“Well, did you ever hear of the blues singer, Eddie Quicksilver?”
“Wasn’t he that singer who went missing after a New Year party back in… oh!”
“Mmm, that was me. I made a resolution to make him my… inamorato.”
“Mab! I’m not sure that’s how resolutions are supposed to work. But I do like your style.”
“Summer of love,” sighed Mab.