Saturday, October 23, 2010

 
Two Families


-I’ve spoken to Mrs Murphy.

-How Fifties! Mrs Murphy’s Boarding House.

-Not really. Just a pretty spacious bungalow with an empty
in-law apartment.

-I see Dad more as an intrepid captain! Pushing that shopping cart through billowing seas!

-Uh huh. Well, Mrs Murphy’ll take three hundred a month
to house him. Though Mr Murphy acidly insists, that it should
be a thousand! So, anyway, hundred from each of us, if...?.

-Have you even looked at the stock market lately?

-And Marcus wouldn’t allow me to give even a penny.
He’s, like, freedom!

-Well, perhaps we could work out a method whereby...?

...

-Well...anyway...that’s it, then? A shame you two
can’t help. But I’ll talk to her again.
And the social worker. May be other ways
to get him off the streets.

-We think he likes his life just the way it is!

-Yeah! Not really a question of money then, is it?


At The Murphy’s

-Well that’s family, isn’t it? Can you handle two hundred
on your own?

-I suppose. But Mr Murphy, now rapidly approaching us...!

-‘ll do what he’s told.

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