Mr. Quincy and Mrs. Quincy were sitting in the living room watching TV.
When the program ended, she got up and wandered around.
The house was neat and tidy, but the balcony was a complete mess.
There was a layer of dark, grimy-looking things spread out on the floor, drying for some unknown reason.
She picked one up and brought it over to Jim Quincy. "Old Quincy, take a look at this. What is it? It looks a bit like taro, but not quite. It's soft when I squeeze it, and it has a strange, indescribable smell."
Jim Quincy leaned in and sniffed it. "It smells a bit like the shampoo Ian gave me."
Mrs. Quincy took a whiff. "It does, but it's not as fragrant as yours. We'll have to ask Cecilia about it later."
Jim Quincy's mind started turning. 'Cecilia said she bought the shampoo on the black market.'
'People who go to the black market are usually looking for a bargain.'
'This shampoo doesn't even have a label. It's a completely unlicensed product. Would anyone actually buy it?'
