She is as magnificent up close as from afar! On their drives around town, Máni Steinn sits beside her in the front. Behind them Dr. Garibaldi Árnason sprawls on the leather-upholstered passenger seat. Between visits he leafs through reports or writes comments in a notebook. He has strictly forbidden his driver and assistant to talk so he can concentrate on his reading and jotting and hear himself think—after all, the motor-car makes enough of a racket without the addition of young people’s idle chatter. The boy watches the girl’s every move: How she holds the steering wheel; how she changes gear; how she climbs out of the vehicle and into it; how she rests her booted right foot on the running board on the driver’s side while they are waiting for the doctor; how she wedges a cigarette in her plastic holder; how she inhales the smoke; how she spits a flake of tobacco from her tongue. What impresses him most is how unaffectedly she performs all these actions; how easy it is for her to be Sóla G—.