1942-xx-xx (xx) The Thunder Storm

Well sir, the evening meal has been over only a little while as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here on the front porch we find Mr. Victor Gook all by himself.

Vic is swinging gently in the swing and leaking languid leaves with a newspaper. And at this moment the screen door opens. Listen. Oh, how here are you? You hit the nail right on the head ductus leech. I'm out here.

Ah, didn't know what you'd skipped over to knee staffers. Nope. Say, it's getting cooler. Yeah. That's a kind of halfway smell of rain in there. Paper State's raining for tonight. All right then, move over.

Oh, I'm always moving over. Seems like I spent half my time moving over. I felt like it's sick and tired of it. Why don't we ever buy a such a skippy rotten little porch swing in the first place?

Only two people can sit comfortable in it. We might have at least remembered there's three in the family. Where's the rest of the family, by the way? The rest of the family pulled off a swindle, I think.

Oh. He and I were doing the dishes, me washing him wiping. Bluetooth Johnson come up on the back porch and pushed his nose against the screen. Good evening, Miss Gorky says. Rush, can I see you on a matter of the utmost importance?

Well, Rush tossed his dish towel on the sink and says, I'm sure you'll excuse me, Mom. Even the way you never come back. Exactly. I had to finish the dishes and clean the kitchen all by myself.

a man is a sly operator. I'll sly operator him when he comes back remind me that fashion was in an inch of his life the indignities we've suffered at that rest of the day. Who's that?