(xx) Don't Scrap Off the Watts

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the living room we discover Sade and Young Russell. The letters established at the library table scrutinizing a book, and the former is removing her hat because she is just this moment arrived home.

Listen. Don't tell me you're studying algebra in summer vacation. Sure. Well, wonders never ceased. No, I must study in algebra. I'm just looking up a definition to settle an argument I'm having with Oyster Cracker.

He claims a certain definition is worded one way and I claim is worded another way How was the bargain sale? Bargain sale was fine. Ladies by the squillion were jammed in yam lotons. That all you bought? Just one little package?

Uh-huh. I don't think you give yam lotons an even break mom. Why? Whenever they have a bargain sale you're right there with bells on taking up room and enjoying the excitement but never spending any money.

Why I bought a lovely thing to say to your mother. Oh, but I bet I'm just about as good a customer as Hamilton's got. Oh sure. Oh, what's inside the package you bought? Electric light bulb, an enormous big one.

I got it for the floor lamp. You know how God was always complaining the bulb in it now is too small to see by? Uh-huh. This one's certainly large enough, largest I had. The gush should be highly pleased.

He better be. I all bought half my life away, squiggling up to that electricity counter. About time he was getting home. Oh, he is home. No. Sure. I don't know, I'm out of the garbage box, talking with Mr. Donahue.