(xx) Uncle Fletcher Prolongs His Stay

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as we approach the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here on the back porch we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Guck. Mr. Victor Guck has newly arrived home from the office and he removes his straw hat as he seats himself beside his wife on the top step but one.

Oh, and please, hey, Dr. Sleech. It's hot or nephernus in that kitchen. Thought I'd come out here where there was a breeze. I don't feel any breeze. There was one while ago. Scorture a day. Yeah. Hope it cools off so we can sleep tonight.

Ruthie calls. What's Ruthie say? Something I meant to remember and tell you. I bet she said I'm a million times handsomely than that old Ted stem bottom and she wishes she'd married me instead. No. I bet she said she loves solid peanuts. It would like to.

You didn't want that trash. It wasn't anything important. Just some little trivial gossip but I meant to remember. Uncle Fletcher? and Russell and Bluetooth. I think there's squatting in the yard beside the front cellar window.

What was that Ruthie said that made me laugh and I pigeon-hold away in my head to tell you? Oh, you think of it? Aggravates a person to have something on the tip of their tongue and they can't put their finger on it.

Oh, that's so gross. That must be a funny story. Yes. I thought Uncle Fetchy was going home today. He was home. Went home twice. He only lived three blocks away, you know. the way you know will you be with us for supper this evening yeah and he's staying all night uh...