1942-xx-xx (xx) Going to Carberry

Well sir, the evening meal has been over only a little while as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house halfway up on the next block we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Goode.

Vic lounges in his easy chair with a newspaper, while Sade, occupying a corner of the Devonport, darns gentleman's socks. Sade is speaking at the moment and rather sharply too. Listen. You don't need to sit there and get that funny surprise expression on your face every time I mention going to Carberry next Saturday.

We're going to Carberry and that's all there is about it. Well, how determined you sound? Sure I sound determined. It's not like you to be so high-handed. No, there's no reason on earth why we shouldn't go to Carberry either.

You've got nothing else planned for on Saturday, you're free as a horse. A big goak you haven't been to Carberry in ages. You have though? Well, of course I have. A dozen times in Rush II, but you haven't.

Your sister? What? And best is your sister. Now that's a fine, beautiful excuse, that is. Well, it just doesn't exist. Beth and Walter are your sister-in-law and brother-in-law. And they live right here in Illinois.

Not even a whole day's right on the train. You let year after year go past without visiting them. Why, it's shameful. I don't notice them coming to visit us. Well, you appreciate Walter's tied down with the barber shop and all?

He can't get loose. But you're as free as a breed. A hundred million times I've etched to try to talk you into running up the carberry but always knew you'd kick and bellyache and raise objections. Now an occasion has come long. Something special is on the fire. You can't duck and sneak off and hide your head under your wing. What's the occasion? You don't know what