Okay, that was just what he needed to get through the homework.
Hamilton decides it's time for another party. (When is it not?) Wallys figures a cup of espresso will keep him from conking out too early.
"Come and get it, y'all!"
Virginia is full of the show she's working on, and it doesn't escape Wallys's notice that Dawn hangs on her every word. "Yea, I'm the third astronaut, the one who fights the alien with the wrench and screams: "Mayday" as I spiral off into space. Not much screentime, but I can sink my teeth into it."
Let's try this again, Sandy thinks. "So you're down with the plan to move back in here?" "It seems very economical, and I can take over the housework while you're in the store. Or I can help with the store." "Don't you have ambitions of your own?" "Not the sort that other people think of as ambitions."
"Watch out! You saw what I can do earlier today!" "Yeah, but I don't have a bum knee." "You two watch out! This oven's hot!"
Yup. The party is still hearty in this old bod.
"I was thinking - a memoir of mama would be a good thing, wouldn't it?" "…Surely that'd be primarily of local interest." "Nothing wrong with local interest. She did a lot for this town - she should be remembered!"











