saying, âSimple is not a polite name forââ and my husband was saying, âAny young man as fresh asââ and Jannie was saying, âHorses donât have sisters, they haveââ âAmy?â Sally said. âMay I please have two cookies, two, one for Amy and one for me, cookies?â
âYou may, you may,â I said hastily. âProvided you eat them outdoors.â If Sallyâs refrain conversation is difficult to bear, Amyâs repetitive conversation is worse; where Sally repeats the vital word, Amy repeats the whole sentence; Sally is the only one in our family who can talk to Amy at all. âMay I please play with Sally?â Amy was saying through the back door screen, âis Sally here so she can play with me?â
Sally slid off her chair and made for the cookie jar. âAmy,â she shouted, âDaddy is going to take us swimming, swimming, and ask your mommy if you can come, your mommy.â
âMy mommy,â said Amy solemnly, opening the screen door and joining Sally at the cookie jar, âdoesnât let me go swimming right now, because I have a cold. I have a cold, so my mommy doesnât want me to go swimming, because I have a cold. I have a cold,â she told me, âso my mommy wonât let me go swimming.â
âBecause she has a cold,â Laurie said helpfully. âSee, she has a cold and soââ
âLaurie,â I said feverishly. âSally and Amy, please take those cookies out
doors.
â
âAnyway,â Jannie said with finality, âthen that makes Sally a horse, too, because if Laurie is the brother of a horse, then Sallyââ
âIf you ask your mommy can we each have two cookies,â Amy began, preceding Sally out the screen door, âthen maybe if your mommy says we can have two cookiesââ
Delicately Laurie shut the door behind them, and remarked consideringly to his father, âYou know, you take that Riff. Now thereâs a nag can jump and run and about everything, and then thereâs Raff, and heâs Riffâs own twin brother and you think that horse can jump?â The phone rang.
âItâs probably a horse for Laurie,â Jannie said, inspired.
âIâll get it,â my husband said, abandoning Laurie in mid-sentence.
âIâll just change into my bathing suit right now,â Jannie said, taking advantage of my preoccupation with the ringing of the phone to leave two slices of bread and mayonnaise behind the toaster. âSee you later, kid,â Laurie said, patting me on the head.
âWell, well, well,â my husband was saying over the phone. âIsnât this a
surprise.
â He turned and grinned evilly at me. âBut youâve
got
to come on over,â he said, âweâd never forgive you if you didnât stop in. And plan to stay on for dinner,â he said, looking away from my dropped jaw. âPot luck, of course.â
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Two days before we were to leave, we got a letter from the real estate agent at home, saying that all four apartments in our new house were empty, the downstairs back having loaded their clothes and their television set in a pickup truck in the middle of the night and made off without further reference to the back rent. The agent said that a checkup on the downstairs back apartment indicated that they had been systematically removing furniture and household goods for some time; perhaps ever since they were first informed of the sale of the house. Nothing was left in the downstairs back apartment, not even the lightbulbs or the curtain rods, and the agent was of the opinion that they would have taken the glass out of the windows if it had not been broken already. My husband thought that we should keep the downstairs back apartment intact, repair the windows, and rent it out again. I thought that if we rented the apartment again, we
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