go on!
now, keep pooch off the bed.
oh, yes you will, ann dear . . . you're very clever.
your purse. i need ten dollars.
yes, i know, dear, but mrs. burke had her baby yesterday. nine pounds! and there wasn't a thing in the houseand then this morning the community chest lady came around and
the websters.
you remember those lovely people your father used to take care of? i thought i'd buy them some groceries. oh, ann, dear, it's a shame, those poor
well, yes, i know, dear, but these people are in such need and we have plenty now.
do you mean the speech you're writing?
well, honey, of course i don't know what kind of a speech you're trying to write, but judging from the samples i've read, i don't think anybody'll listen.
darling, there are so many complaining political speeches. people are tired of hearing nothing but doom and despair on the radio. if you're going to have him say anything, why don't you let him say something simple and real, something with hope in it? if your father were alive, he'd know what to say.
wait a minute . . .
that's your father's diary, ann.
there's enough in it for a hundred speeches, things people ought to hear nowadays. you be careful of it, won't you dear? it's always helped keep your father alive for me.
of course i will, john.