(xx) Sade Asks Vic to Evict Mr. Overholt

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 Mr. and Mrs. Victor Cook. For the last five or ten minutes Mrs. Cook has been employing every power of persuasion at her command to convince her husband or something.

But that gentleman continues to look stubborn, gloomy, and not a little resentful. Listen. Might just as well save your breath. But I promise, sir, you do what? Well, whether you go around promising people I'll do stuff.

Suppose I promised Mr. Rubish you'd go jump in Miller Park Lake. Land you can be babies if you want to. Alright, let's let it go with that. Right now I'm going in the dining room and work on invoices.

I want to get through some of the doctors. Oh, here's all you'd have to say. Mr. Overholt, Ms. Harris has asked me to speak to you on a subject which I'm sure you already. To get it Dr. Steech.

Absolutely refuse, huh? Of course I absolutely refuse. What kind of a half witch you think I am? Why should I monkey in other people's affairs? Some fellas wouldn't kick it doing a neighbor lady a favor?

Oh doing a neighbor lady a favor. I'm not going to make a chump out of myself from my house or anybody else. Why can't she manage her own affairs? She's just a poor widow, that's all. Got no man to take care of her.

Oh well, none of our business let her suffer. Say, I ask you this. If she wants to throw her rumor out, why can't you do it yourself? Because Mr. Overhol cries and carries on so talks are in to let them stay every time. Oh Christ and carries on so well he does her whole gang of rumors crying carry on. I know they do