Worries

Your Coca-Cola bottler presents Claudia Claudia based on the original stories 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 Park say same as the park in your room. How can my room doesn't say anything David forgot to wind it last night?

I always like seven o'clock myself. David will be home by seven. He'll be sitting there in that big chair, drawing on his pipe, telling me everything that happened today. You mean you'll be pulling it out of him with all your questions?

What do you mean David? It's not the kind of man you pull things all off. Hey, what are you doing? Getting ready to get dinner ready. Any objections? No, I'll help. Oh, thank you, no.

Thank you, no. No, why not? You've got a lot of money. I'm going to get a little bit of money. I'm going to get a little bit of money. Thank you. No, why not? You've got a lovely habit of getting exactly between me and what I'm doing.

You've taken me years to protect it. I'm glad to see you've noticed me. I don't know what you're going to do when you're in a kitchen if you're old and there's no one around for you to disturb.

I don't know what I'm going to do either. You're all managed. If I don't, it'll be all your fault. Mine. Mm-hmm. These last two weeks that David and I have been living with you, I haven't learned one thing about housekeeping.

As a matter of fact, I've forgotten everything I did know. That must have been a great effort. It was, but I'm damaged. And that's my fault. And that's my fault. Of course it is, you hardly let me help you at all.