(xx) Mr. Gumpox Blow Kisses

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as our scene opens now, and here in the living room, with the small house halfway up to the next block, we find Mr. Victor Gook and his son, Mr. Rushgook.

The gentleman who seated on opposite sides of the library table and a brisk, rummy session is in progress. I gather from the way your little heart-shaped face lights up, you want a glorious victory. Three queens, three jacks, and the four, five, six, and seven hearts.

That's funny how punk players will sometimes blunder blind the along and win by a fluke. I didn't expect any credit All right, let's do games in a row for me your deal Slap over the tickets when you beat you make a big speech about your superior strategy when I beat it's a fluke very true

You play that last hand with deplorable awkwardness and complete lack of subtlety I won didn't I by some miracle of happenstance you did However a rummy expert watching your style of play would break out in a cool sweat and shed better tears You were vague and uncertain about your cards.

You showed not the slightest taste of finesse. If you recall the saying about the bull in the china shop, you will understand. Okay, deal. Wouldn't you like me to give you a few pointers on the game?

No. You lost. Oh, see, I was gone. You're the darlin' tanner. Don't say, Dee. You fell as mister. Huh? You fell as mister. Oh, probably some beautifully veiled lady and greatly agitated is that the threshold pining away for your good-looking papa.

Papa, take it so I don't see it. Are you impatient to get defeated? You fellas, mister. Is there a beautiful woman heavily bathed and greatly agitated if you don't? Mr. Gunpox had a fight. Really, ma?