Then the Bentleys moved in. They had two or three children, I don’t remember exactly. We tried, I tried to bring the Bentley kids into the fold, but they brought with them an arrogance sadly typical of the nouveau riche. They made it clear that they considered themselves to be our social betters, and I took it upon myself to challenge that notion, or, if that proved to be correct, to at least drag them down to my level. The mother was Nina Bentley. We later referred to her as “Gums” as her mouth was more gums than teeth, (think Willem Defoe in “Wild at Heart” BEFORE he got his head blown off with a shotgun).