Then it is Root Beer Which I have never None of us has Suddenly in love with Root Beer and would like another Can we? We may.

All the way home, warm happy Root Beer blur.

Jer looks over gives wink of: 89, you did good.

Which sure of course will well one’s heart.

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Room Valiant has intercom problem A crackle will come All in Room Valiant may then clearly hear who are out there talking, while they, out there talking, do not know it.

Once, for example, long ago, last week, Kennedy B., talking on phone to boyfriend Kevin:

I shop, I cook, said Kennedy B. Plus I have a job I actually have to, like, go to?

Meg, there with me and Jer in Room Valiant, gave Jer look of: Ha, we are hearing Kennedy B. on phone and she does not know it. Then put finger to lips, meaning: If quiet, will hear more.

That is not work, Kevin, Kennedy B. said. I do not consider letting Jeeves in and out actual work. When someone starts sending you a check for that, or for scooping its poop, that is a job. In my view.

We should probably get that thing fixed, Meg said.

Oh, gosh, said Kennedy B. Is that on? Can you guys hear me?

No, Jer said.

I’m not talking to you, babe, Kennedy B. said. I’m talking to Jerry and Meg.

Today, me alone in Room Valiant, here comes same crackle:

Here’s what I don’t get, Meg says. Why does he need agespot? Why precracked? Right? Big waste. He just needs to know enough so we can move his old ass around. Are we making butlers up in here? Substitute hubbies for widows? Are we back to that?

I wish, Kennedy B. says sad ly.

Honestly? says Jer. It floats my boat. This shit gets pretty boring.

Butlers? Hubbies? Widows? Floats? Boat? Shit?

I did not understand what you just said, please explain, I say.

89, did you hear all that just now? says Jer.

Yes, I say.

Go to sleep, 89, Meg says. Big day tomorrow.

Job Two tomorrow, Jer says. You’ve been approved for Job Two.

Because of how good you did on Job One, says Meg. Isn’t that great?

You’re really going places, 89, says Kennedy B.

Job Two:

Again bus.

Arrive at whole new Site.

Some ladies step out from separate bus For them to change behind: scrim Which our Supervisors term: unfortunate scrim While doing mad winking Ladies go in green and come out in clothes of various One cannot get shoe on and smiling at self shakes head, tosses shoe Takes off other shoe, tosses As if to say, Oh heck, who needs shoes to bellow?

We men enter unfortunate scrim Which still smells somewhat lady ish Here are the ladies’ green clothes heaps All freeze, our eyes go a little blank Break it up, says Jer, alarm ed.

Dream on, says Supervisor Marty.