(xx) A Gross of Gravels

Well sir, it's early evening as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here on the front porch we find Mr. and Mrs. Vector Cook and their son Mr. Rush go.

They can say there's a... And young Rush has perched on the railing facing them. Listen. What's the situation we have to cope with? Situation. You're certainly candor forgotten. You said at the separate table we had a situation to cope with.

And it was so important you wouldn't discuss it. Why are we? Must be some life or death crisis if it slipped your mind already. Oh Yeah, it did slip my mind. You notice the house was on fire and planned on doing something about it later on Right, she was gonna stick around wish to discuss some of our private nature do you oh

I guess it's not the horrible private why don't go down the basement or out in the alley or someplace if you people want engaged in a confidential chat. Oh, you can sit still, I guess. But it's grown up secrets we're talking about. So don't be telling tales out of school.

Mom's a word. Yeah. We're both a situation and I want to cope with it. Well, Rudy, stop saying. No defect. Yes. You'll be well- Spaff and his lady friend. The time they headed for a puri for purposes of eating fish dinner.

You can stay here, Raj, if you want, but you'll just have to sit still in this. You'd be afraid I didn't participate in the conversation. Not till I get through telling what I got to tell at least, but...

Ruthie's trouble's ache over. I expect you'll think this is filling. Very likely. What's Ruthie troubled over? The Christmas present friend is making for me. Oh. Darned the stuff comes up all the time. Every single day, he seems like, is a new situation to cope with.