(xx) Vic Sleeping on the Couch

Well sir, the evening mail has been over only a little while as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the living room we find Vic, young Russell, and Sage's Amy Bollunko, Mr. Fletcher Rush.

Vic is stretched at full length on the Davenport, and Russell and Uncle Fletcher are seated at the library table. Uncle Fletcher seems to be winding up an anecdote. Listen. He changed his name to Umbrite, changed it to Mac Fleeker, changed it to Henderson, changed Change it back to Ombrite, change it back to McLeaker, change it to Clay Breamer, change it to Harris, change it back to Ombrite, change it back to Henderson, change it to O'Connor, change it back to Ombrite, Diden was buried, and the bereaved put Sweeney on his tombstone.

Oh my gosh! When it's all a little crazy, them Fungalments. Fungalments? Oh, this fella's real name was Fungalments. My head is starting to swim. Fine. Look, honey, likely you remember Ed Fungalments. I think he's asleep.

like it. He got his eyes shut. Oh, well, he's tired. Had a heavy day at the office and all. And Fongle, when Russell Honey, built up a flourishing business buying and selling dead fish. He married a Philadelphia, Pennsylvania woman, 24 years old, made all her clothes for it. Sang a tenor solo, 15 cents, and passed away when he was 88 years old from the fire.

Hello Yeah, I was warned somebody spoke to me. Oh, I'll go flat your den. Oh, I knew I didn't fall completely asleep You were completely asleep enough. It was a long time ago. I'll go flat your spoke to you two hours ago I bet it was two minutes ago. I was telling about Ed Fongolman's that kind of yeah