(xx) Groom Disappears

Well sir, it's early evening as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the living room we find our friend Rossello by himself. For the last 15 minutes or so the young man has been established at the library table, gazing without enthusiasm it is open out of a textbook.

But at length, having become aware of sounds in the kitchen, he calls him quarreingly. Hi out there. Hi. Who have you been? Jack here. I thought you and Doug ran off to the picture show or someplace and got to sing with your life to lock the doors.

Would we be asked to do that? No, but neither one of you was on that. When a person's parents disappeared simultaneously, I naturally jumped to the conclusion that you weren't studying out, is it? Uh-huh.

I imagine you want to take your book up the stairs to your room. Why? We got company coming in a minute. Hell? Uncle Fletcher be here directing. He went across the alley to get Gavada the indoor horseshoe game in East Pepper's basement.

He's got big, important trash, if you leave and you appreciate how he's generally is with children around. Poor children. Since when did I start? One day, but to concentrate on your geography anyway with him talking.

I'd scoot now if I was you. Oh, could let you get something important up as maybe, say? Yes, sir. How is Santa not now? He bought a garbage box chat with Miss Downey Hoon. He come off enough from one to know if he can speak to me in private immediately.

And where was Gavin? Would it be possible to have a family? Here's the other one. And then why are you doing it? Yeah, here they are. You better skip up here. Aww. I bet you won't be allowed to sing.