W Is for Werewolf

Well Jim Howard welcome to Cape Howard you're just the medicine the doctor and you're the doctor how are you Bill never better say am I glad to shake hands with you again you're the same old Jim five years haven't changed your single bit well I'm sorry I can't say the same thing about you you're tired almost sick I say

you aren't ill are you? No I've just been working hard not much sleep lately come on I've got a wagon waiting right over here wagon sure nothing fancy about us We'll take the wagon to the boat landing and then we'll roll over to my island.

Say no, wait a minute Bill. Are you trying to rib me? What do you mean, your island? Oh, didn't I tell you? I hadn't lived in Cape Hall for three years. I...well, I find it more pleasant and comfortable out on the island.

But what island? Fruits around here have another name for it, but don't mind bam if you hear it. I call it A-Shappé. Hmm. Say that again Bill. A-Shappé. Hey, what's that, Scandinavia, and a rasporado?

The French. Come on, here's the wagon over here. Young John's waiting on the boat landing. Oh, I say, how is young John? Jim, I don't know. I'm worried about him. He's having trouble with his studies.

Doesn't seem to like books in Kate's company. Well, I'd say he's more lonesome than anything else. It's more than lonesome, Miss Bill. Ever since Bill Jr. died, he hasn't been the same. Angela and I were sorry to hear about Bill Jr.

Pretty sudden, wasn't it? Yes. Pretty sudden. That's the way it is in this country though. So much fever. So few conveniences. But by the way, you say Angela and the child would be along in a few days?