(xx) Sade Muses on Her Friendship with Mrs. Scott

Well, sir, the evening meal has been over only a few minutes as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. Victor Guggeaup himself.

He's established at the library table doing a spot of office work at home, and here's his son Rush newly arrived in the kitchen. Listen. Almost finished, go? No, Janet. I struck some snails. What time is it?

Almost 6.30. What time is supposed to be ready? Any minute now, Mom, says. You guys all through with separate dishes? Mine's cleaning up a few odds and ends. Yeah, going there luck, I thought I could have done here in no time at all.

But, looking over my figures, I found four mistakes. Means I have to copy the whole business over again. That's too bad. And let's say your mother will jump on me like a load of bricks.

Well, can't you leave it go to a get-back and shin over and then finish? No, it's got a catch day to craft train. It's not in Chicago first thing in the morning and I'll be in for some sharp rebukes.

See, Aron and Boy, you can help me. Okay. Just a matter of popping off lists of numbers. Okay. Pull up a chair. You're wearing the clothes you're gonna wear this, you know it? Yeah. Fine.

Pull up a chair. Got an extra pen for me to write with? Yeah. This has to be done accurate now. Keep your mind on your business. Say hi. Watch out, you don't make blots. Let's see you produce a masterpiece of unexcelled neatness.

Do my best. Fred Ruthie, home, Jess? No. It's time for them. form. Kido, I have dismal news. What's the matter? My grants over my invoices and found four mistakes. You're not ready? I've got to copy the whole works over again. Hey, now listen, Fred Ruth, no help for it, say it, no fooling. These