It started with a prank in high school, a wild bet to fill the principal's car with anchovy. She was a fair-faced lady, which was her only redeeming quality. The rest of her was more or less an ill-tempered, plumpy, jaded woman. It seemed fit to drown her precious chevvy in fish.
The boy behind this arch-villainy was no other than Chester, a quiet, well-educated and well-behaved chap who tended to stay by himself. Not that it was weird, no one wanted to approach that lunatic. His genius was only matched by his catlike face and bizarre attitude, but everyone agreed that his idea was too good to pass on. It was useful that his dad owned an anchovy factory too.
On the planned day, we all showed up at six. Mrs. Hanwell used to eat at an isolated place called Aeriel, an isolated diner at the other end of the city. She parked her car in an empty alley, and usually had one of the windows open. We all arrived with buckets of fish in our hands. Chester arrived dressed as a jest