Conversation in a dream

There is ivory in the park.

I’m on my way to London.

May I give you a lift?

Really? I hadn’t heard that.

Yes, she wore boots of red leather. Can’t imagine where she got them.

At Parkinson’s, perhaps?

Oh, no. Parkinson’s would never sell boots to a woman. Where would they get woman’s boots of that size?

It’s a closely guarded secret.