(xx) The Stillness of an Afternoon is Broken - Russell

Well, sir, it's early afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up the next block now, and here in the living room We find Mrs. Victor Gokal by herself Mrs. Gokas at the telephone conversing with her close friend and confidant Mrs. Frederick stem bottom Listen, I didn't take you away from anything good. I lady

Well, I haven't really got anything to say now that I've called you Yes, isn't it a quiet afternoon noon. One of them hushity hushity afternoon where a person sits and listens to pins dropping. Yeah, you run into those real still afternoons every so often. Sunday, kinda. I was saying to- hey lady, hang on a second. I think I heard my kitchen door open. Hello, grocery?

You were a man? Hi, my name's Rose Fady, are they? Well, hello. I'm from Fletcher and of the walkie and roozy can't imagine what Russell's doing home from home. My goodness what happened? Well down. Who fell down? We both fell down.

From Roosy's sake. Oh what Roosy? No we don't need to hang up. There's no reason why we have to cut our conversation charges because Uncle Fletcher sipped on his shoelace month. No broken bones, Sadie honey. No broken bones.

Well whatever you say lady. Seems like a shame though. I mean to take you away from from whatever you're doing just because, well, it's first of all called the special teachers meeting mom. Yes, and the telephone are they stating?

No, you needn't bother to call back Ruthie. Mommy's using the telephone rustle. I'd stop my titter swimpers and guffaws. The whole case. Alrighty, then we leave it like that. You very lady. Goodbye. What is all this now?