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“The Screaot to hurry”

“I,” said Father, “intend sitting here quietly and judiciously giving my attention first to my steak, then to my potatoes, and my salad, of course, and then todrink of iced coffee, if you don’tlady, if youWhat-sis, once o out with you to hear her recital”

“Yes, sir”

“Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I said

Lunch was aEverybody moved in slow ot up slow and got down slow and forks and knives and spoons moved slow Even the flies in the room were slow And Dad’s cheek muscles moved slow It was so sloanted to screaet up, run around, come on out, run!”

But no, I had to sit, and all the while we sat there slowly, slowly eating our lunch, out there in the e inWoman, all alone, while the world ate its lunch and the sun was hot and the lot was empty as the sky

“There we are,” said Dad, finished at last

“Noill you co Woman?” I said

“First a little more iced coffee,” said Dad

“Speaking of Screa Women,” said Mother, “Charlie Nesbitt and his wife Helen had another fight last night”

“That’s nothing new,” said Father “They’re always fighting”

“If you ask ood,” said Mother “Or her, either”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Dad “I think she’s pretty nice”

“You’re prejudiced After all, you almost married her”