1941-03-xx (xx) Thirteen Guests

Well sir, the evening meal has been over only a little while 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, equitably dividing section to the newspaper.

VIC has just made a casual observation which his wife apparently finds upsetting. For we hear, say, Why didn't you tell me before? I saw no particular necessity for it. Matter of fact, I considered it such a trivial matter to slip my mind.

I knew we weren't going to the picture show tonight. I knew we weren't paying cars at threading use. Oh, no, no, no, no. Oh, bat your company coming and you don't even mention it to your wife.

Since when is Steve's just mother and AJ's been spent company? No, but just the same. How long you suppose I'll stay? Oh, an hour, an hour and a half. It's a large committee meeting, see.

I don't imagine it'll require more than an hour and a half on the outside. Do I end up what we have to do? I think you're getting forgetful in your old age. The same shoe fits your foot, don't it?

You never said anything about Ms. Brighton and will it drop in him tonight? I figured the same way you did. I knew we weren't going to the moving picture show. I knew we weren't going to play any 500.

Well, the situation doesn't seem to have any disasters, agus. When your large fellas come in? 730, quarter day. That's when Ms. Brighton and Willard said they'd probably stop by. Oh, fuck. That's what was you will take your company out in the kitchen.