(xx) Leland Richards is Homesick

Well sir, it's early evening as our scene opens now and here in the living room with a small house halfway up in the next block We find Mrs. Victor Cook and her friend Dottie Brain feeble Dottie is seated on the tavern port with a newspaper and Sade is just entering from the kitchen

Why wasn't he letting go? He went up to his room not to bed. He said he guessed he'd thought over his socks. Oh my I I tried to entertain him, Kepel. Sure. Told him some little funny trash that happened, but he didn't seem to be paying attention.

Uh-huh. I know. He's lonesome. Lonesome is going to be in. Yeah. He didn't eat much supper. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Message is not there. Uh-huh. Trouble is, he don't know how long she'll be away.

If he knew she was going to be gone a week or two weeks, three weeks or even a month. He'd have something to get his teeth into and be settled in his mind. But he don't know. And then of course, being in somebody else's house and all.

Yes. If he was a younger, little old boy, he could let loose and cry. But being 14, he feels like he has to keep himself cooped in. Well, he can't open his bedroom all evening.

He said he guessed he'd go upstairs and sort over his socks. Why don't I get him down here and the three of us play cards? I can't play cards, can't we? I mean your cat died.

I'm back in the head when it comes to cards. And he'll run from the other's ass race just so he could scream. I'm with cards just like I am with a wrist mythic. Oh, I can play Old Maid and he throws the pussy cat and get off my fourth uncle Harry and filly little card games like that.