(xx) A Letter from Aunt Bess - 1937

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up to the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mrs. Victor Gook and her son, Mr. Rushgook, say it occupies a corner of the Davenport Darnings socks, and young Rush applies himself without zeal to his algebra textbook to the library table.

And now a voice from the kitchen is heard. Listen. Hi, guy. Hello. I got a bone to pick with him. Uh-huh. Yep. Hi, pretty Dr. Slick. Is your mother home or is she downtown spending all my money sitting right here on the dam for it?

That's fine tell her I dropped around the corner for a cigar, but I'm expecting back in half an hour. Okay How are we with this out risk getting tough hard problem horrible I think they go a little too far when they ask an individual to Expect the cube root of a number and then raise it to the seventh power and then construct a place

Isn't this titty good? Hello. You just say the good case now. I knew I'd seen that face some place before First I thought it was QO Dog sir, Nixon but then I remembered he had whisperers, then I figured he must be true.

I dug that old plaid suit out of the closed closet and sent it to the cleaners like you asked me. Good. That's the way left in that plaid suit. Rush, go out in the dining room and get what's on top of the buffet.

Oh, why Rush is here too. No, that's a thought. I didn't see it. I guess you're so spoiled and insignificant and unimportant and worth it. It's not long, Willie, it's a letter. Okay. Letter from Bess.