(xx) A Porch Collapses

How's that? It's a few minutes past nine o'clock in the evening as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gook, inviting quietly at home.

They've been playing Rummy for the last hour or so, and the game has begun to take on a sluggish, lack-bluster quality. Listen. I win. I see your cards. Sure you win. Got three queens, three deuces, and the four, five, six, and seven of hearts.

Hyla was interested in rummies after about so long a ton. The spades, dark resemblance clubs. You any quick? Would you just assume? Alright. Not much kick to the game when your opponent's half asleep. I am a little tired.

Too early to go to bed? Of course, House Crock struck nine about five minutes of them. Ohhhh! I bet I sleep so sound tonight you could send my undershirt to Detroit, Michigan, Possipost. Paper stage showers sometime before morning. I hope they hurry along and cool things off.

No. I'll do a lot of few more Rummies. Might as well be doing something. Okay. It's kind of funny that Davis Boy starman in here this evening, wasn't it? I've learned that there's nothing extraordinary in the most un-understandable behavior on the part of 14-year-old boys. Being the father of a 14-year-old boy, I'm tutored in all of

the- You're here a 14-year-old boy now. I use a beautiful bouquet of tickets for you, Charlie. Thanks. Hope I can tell the hearts from the clubs. The hearts you read, the clubs black. I mean, the diamonds from the spades.

After so many rummies, I get so I can't keep my mind on one of them. I was famous in Disturbia when he came after Rotten Succes while I got it. Not too much. Of course I had to climb upstairs after.