(xx) Money Owed Sade

Well sir, it's about 7.30 o'clock as we enter the small house halfway up to the next block now. In the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Baker go up spending a quiet evening at home.

Baker lounges in his easy chair with a newspaper and, say, at the library table apparently makes aerof medical calculations on a sheet of tablet paper. That like she puts aside her pencil, scrutinizes her husband and observes thoughtfully.

Hey people owe me lots of money. Right, so Dr. Se? It's about everybody I know, it was me money. I had the notion you were dashing off in the pistol to assist your bet. I finished it a long time ago.

Still had my pencil in my hands when I got through don't you know, and started drawing little pictures and things. And remembered Project Butcher owes me seven cents and made a note of it so I wouldn't forget.

and then thought of other parties that owe me money and now I've got a whole page of tablet paper covered with figures I've never realized before I was so generous I don't go around lending money to people my penny is still an eagle house who all's in here?

oh, smear of them golly, if I can just collect I'll be able to retire on my income are they all seven send them out like couches butche? one here for nine dollars you know about that roothy oh poor girl that worries her today she borrowed an unbeknownst to Ted so she don't want to pay me back all in one month to speak

count and i don't like to ever give me fifteen cents at a time work it that way and i'd spend the fifteen cents and it's become a long and then i'd have anything to show for my nine dollars So we're kind of in the soup on the trash.