(xx) Vic and Russell Fix Their Own Dinner

Well sir, it's a few minutes past twelve o'clock noon as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the kitchen we find Mrs. Victor Gokol by herself. Mrs. Gok is at the telephone chatting brightly with a friend and the laughter we hear has a note of nervousness in it.

Listen. No, Mrs. Gokol. I bet I'm the most scandalous lady that ever choked Billy Patterson. I'm not fixing dinner for my family to snooze. No, that's the truth. No, I'm working with a dress pattern and I'm just letting my family starve.

Yes! Hold on, it hurts, it's so funny. Hello, Willie. Hi, where's dinner? I got it with you. No, where's dinner? Rosalyn, just walk in, Mr. Elton. Will he be curious when he hears the news?

What are we going to need for? Where's dinner? No. See, Miss Donahue will give you this idea for the dress pattern, and I didn't want to forget any of the details, so I... Yes! Ha ha!

And anyway, I lost all track of time. Why, Miss Trungal? Something is radically wrong here. Your family's home, huh? Well, go sit them down to their dinner. Ha ha ha ha! You bet! Oh, I'm the most scandalous lady who'd ever pull their shoes up by the ruts.

Oh, All right, Mr. Ogle, surely I will. Goodbye. How was you saying that nobody in particular looks like there's something radically wrong? I'm a really baby. I'm the worst mom. Did you hear what I was telling Mr. Ogle? I heard you tell me. Oh, I never fixed any dinner. I was about to express the opinion. It didn't