(xx) Muddled Shopping Money

Well, sir, our scene is a peaceful one as we enter the small house halfway up the next block now. Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gook and their son Rush Gook are spending a quiet evening at home.

We find VIC established at the library table playing solitaire, say, Darnings Gentleman's socks on the Davenport, and Rush reading a story book in the easy chair. And now, a considerable silence is broken. Oh, Darnit.

It's the trouble left you, speech. Hi, this thought or something. Don't tell me you left me lighted cigar on a highly polished surface of my dresser. I was positive I had money matters between Ruthie and me all straightened out.

Some stuff popped in my head just now that throws my calculations all out of killer. Willie. Uh-huh. You're not busy. Skip out in the down room and get me my pocketbook out of the top drawer of the buffet.

Okay. But George is an interesting story I'm reading. Oh, it is. Thurloughton and Clinton Stanley among the counterfeit and left-handed natives of the RNC for how pluck and honesty won love, fame, and fortune. Or I'm reading now, it tells about how Thurloughton and Stanley faced death by drowning and escaped through a secret tunnel that he had to...

Hop along after my pocketbook, Sonny. Oh. I'm darn it. You said that. No, but it makes a person tired. This trip I was bound and determined I'd keep track of my money. kept a strict record in my head of exactly what I started out with, exactly what I spent, and exactly what I ended up with. But sitting here just now a couple items popped in my noodle and