i'll make some coffee. petulia blows with all her strength, emitting a sad little peep, then collapses to the floor, tuba and all.
petulia. i mean it. tubas. all this e "i love lucy" jazz. it's only cute for awhile.
shall i drop you off? it's too late for the bus. she gets in.
not here.
hey, next week i want you guys over for the entire weekend. none of this three or four hour stuff.