(xx) Mr. Erickson Gives the House as a Gift

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here on the back porch we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Cook. Husband and wife are seated side by side on the top step but one.

The former is speaking at the moment and we hear him say... Erickson, she is a cute one for figuring out smart angles. All right, I'll call it angles are smart. He's certainly ingenious. Yeah, I suppose if a person admires rotten little stingy tricks.

I know that my rotten little stingy tricks, say. Oh, if he's not the prize-laying lord. Did the idea of his giving your home away as an anniversary present make you feel uncomfortable? Yes, it did, kind of.

He comes Raymond Belcher-Boomin, the brainy bum from a flow. Uh-huh. Hi. Hi. He bought the grass. Okay. Mr. Erickson himself thought his little trick was cute. He is much of said so. He dared, don't you know, in the wing.

My daughter, Vula's wedding anniversary, comes along next week, he said. And it's after her old Papa to produce a present. I'm gonna give her this house. Hmm. Well, he's not gonna give her the deed to her or anything.

The ownership's really not gonna change. Maybe Vula will collect the rent? No, I asked him. Looks like rain. like rain your own self. Okay. I see you ain't all home calls. Huh huh. Prudu Johnson was gonna get in touch with me on a very trivial matter.

How about this my long afternoon long? Hola. Hola. Hola. Hola. Hola. Hola. I've never got enough. I sit on. Oh. Hola. It's not that much trouble to move over a little. I never get a moment's risk. No, I guess not.