A Business Trip

Your Coca-Cola bottle represents Claudia Claudia based on the play and novels by rose Franken Brought to you transcribed Monday through Friday by your friendly neighbor who bottles Coca-Cola Relax and while you're listening refresh yourself Have a coke and now Claudia Claudia will you please sit still I'm being still mom all I'm doing is straightening out the pictures on the wall

Why must you? Because they're crooked. But why must you this minute? Because I just noticed, the pictures hanging crooked make me nervous when you're making me nervous. David distinctly asked me to come over here and keep you quiet.

I scoff at the time he was asking me impossible. Now I'm sure of her. Mama, there is nothing that matters with me anymore. As a matter of fact, I never was. There might have been.

I can't remain in a chair the rest of my life because there might have been something the matter would be that there isn't. If it weren't that I'm counting on a grandson, I'd let you warp tightrope across Niagara Falls.

But with only five months left to go, you're going to take care of yourself. Mama, this is Wednesday, Monday. I had a little dizziness when you had more than a little dizziness. You had a bad fall.

Look at your knees and your elbow and that bump on your forehead. You're just lucky you have a husband who's nerves are as strong as iron, but he's given up long ago. Long ago we didn't even know each other.

Now that really seems long ago. There you go again, not making sense. I'm starting to feel that there never was any time before I knew David. I remember very well, too well when there was.