An Evening Alone

Your Coca-Cola bottler 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 I'm going to bed children for heaven's sake's why. To sleep. Don't hate a clock mother. It's all right then to read. But it's still

light out. Even better. I'll save electricity. You two women. We all ought to be millionaires when you consider all the things you save on. Mama, save your strength and read downstairs with us. You'll start talking nonsense. Well I had nothing to say. Now you're a witness to that remark mother. I've heard it before. It means nothing. What are you reading that's so interesting anyway? She begins. You'll get back

to your paper. Yes, ma'am. What are you reading, mama? I'm on page 42 and it's the third murder. Was that answer your question? Oh, how can you read that kind of book? I get too scared. You're a sissy. And proud of it. Claudia, I'm going to go upstairs. I know, I know, I know, I know.

Shh, David, no more talking. Mama is hanging by a clue. Me, Shush, I have an open mind. My divorce, David. Any married judge in the country would say you had grounds. Ignore her mother. I'm trying to...

Oh, you two so serious. Aren't you enjoying our solitude? What solitude? No company. Oh, that. You may not realize it, but this is almost the first evening we have been at home alone all by ourselves in months.

I realize it, all right? I love it, too. Honestly, for the last few weeks, our house has seemed like Grand Central Station. I've started feeling like a piece of fly paper on very descriptive first-time bunion Victoria Manner's, then one by one the Killian's arrived.