(xx) Fred's Concrete Floor

Well sir, it's late afternoon 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 drug Vic is just this moment arrived home from the office and he's contemplating his wife who is replacing the telephone receiver back on its hook

That was friend I gathered as much from here to say goodbye friends Vic he's pulling off that stun to his again, which don't you have reference to professor? Oh, where he's got work around the house he wants done and tricks you into helping him.

I will settle Fred's hash in five seconds. One site. Papa would use the telephone. He's read it home with the foundry. Well, he's at home, but I wouldn't call. Why not? Because we're already involved.

How so? Well, you yourself suggested playing 500 this evening. They asked us to their house and you said fine. I said fine as regards paying 500. I didn't say fine as regard to Shingle and Fred's roof.

That isn't what he wants done. He'd like me to take his furnishing part? No, not that either. The thing is, Vic, we accepted their invitation. If we call up and make some sick excuse for not going, Fred will see through it and get healthy.

And the situation like that makes it mean and uncomfortable and awkward for everybody concerned for weeks to come. Ruthie Stembaum's my best friend. We spend lots of time together. It's just hateful and stuff like this comes out.

Oh, I'm certainly not gonna let Fred make me the goat. You might not have to break your back, working. I don't intend to break my back, working. Might even be fun. What is this job Fred's gotta be asleep?