A Taste Of Loneliness

Your Coca-Cola bottle presents Claudia based on the famous 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 is that you it's me mama I thought you'd call for Fritz to pick you up in the truck.

I was a taxi right in front of the hospital. I was going to take it only as far as a bus down, but before I knew it, I was home. It's a nice taxi driver.

Tell me about his wife and his brother. He'd been in a car accident once, too, and he was laid up for three months. David isn't going to be laid up for three months and you'll know it.

Of course he is. Come inside. I have some hot tea waiting for you. I'm fine, mama. I don't need any hot tea. You drink it. It's raw, out, isn't it? Is it? I like it better out than in the house feels so empty.

Flatter up? Be careful, Claudia. Don't sit on my knitting. I see it. Funny how a house can just change with the way a person feels. Yesterday morning it was pouring in and yet it was so cozy and cheerful.

careful. David and I thought there wasn't a happier house in the whole world. There isn't. In the accident, now it's empty. Usually is. David never comes home before 6.30 or 7. It's only four o'clock now.

It's knowing he isn't coming home. Not tonight, but the suitant could be worse. Of course it could. How's Bobby? Fine. He took his orange juice like a man. Baby, go right on as if nothing happened.