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Show 48 face in mock fear, she deepened her voice to mimic Heilmann. "Oh missus," she cried, "I feel awful, chust awful! Ven I ran out to help Karl, he vass gone already." Whipping the apron behind her, Kathleen became Maggie Rose. "Do ye know what ye did to my poor boy, ye hound?" she said, in a perfect imitation of her mother's angry brogue. "Not a cent more of my money will ye ever get, ye dirty blackguard!" Heilmann again, Kathleen deepened her voice. "Here, missus, take home a nice pork roast. Free! Take a summer sausage. Please take! Leaf me make it up to you. Chust giff me a chance." "I wouldn't touch your filthy meat for all the tea in China," Kathleen as Maggie Rose cried, shaking her fist. "Do ye think ye can buy me? Just wait till my mister hears o' this. He'll give ye the back of his hand, he will." Karl roared with laughter at Kathleen's mimicry, and noticed his mother's cheeks twitch with the effort not to smile. In her own voice, Kathleen said, "So then Mom took after him with a meat cleaver and Heilmann locked himself in the cooler...." "Oh, Kathleen," Maggie Rose broke in, smiling now, "such foolish blather! I did no such thing, Karl." "What about the plumbers?" Karl asked. "Tell me that part." "They were long gone by the time we got there," Kathleen answered. "Someone must have warned them that Maggie Rose Kerner was coming after them to bash in their heads with a wrench." "Kathleen, the way you exaggerate!" Maggie Rose said, laughing as she tried to keep her dignity. "It must be from all those movies |
