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Show Woodworth/63 it back in, I don't know if I should preheat the oven again or not. But if I don't, then I don't know how long to cook it, and if I do, I don't know whether I should cook it for the rest of the time that I am supposed to cook it. And, oh look, there's the male cardinal. That must mean that the other one was a female cardinal. Isn't it funny how much flashier the males are than the females? The female looks so dowdy next to him. And someone's coming up the driveway. Who could be coming up the driveway? I don't think anyone is supposed to be coming. I hope it isn't someone that is just dropping in, because the house is really a mess. Oh, no, they turned in at the Grayson's. But it sounded and looked like they were coming here. You really can't tell..." Marty throws a paper clip at the secretary. Mary? Sue? Lou? The paper clip misses. Denise? Patty? She throws another paper clip, and it lands on the typewriter in front of the secretary. She looks up, and Marty points to the door, and then to the receiver, and back to the door. The secretary continues to look at her blankly. Her mother bursts into tears, describing how difficult it is for squirrels to get into the bird feeder. Marty puts her hand over the receiver and says, "I'm really sorry. It's a personal call. Would you mind leaving, and closing the door behind you?" The secretary looks from her to the typewriter, and then points at the piece of paper in the machine. "But Bernie..." "I know. I'll explain it to him. I promise. But it's important. Please leave." The secretary stands up, looking at her desk, and starts organizing piles as if she is getting ready to leave for the day. "...And your father doesn't understand. He just simply doesn't understand what I am going through. I would have divorcjd*ftlin* then, you Xnow, if it hadn't been for the rest of |
