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George was lost amid a couple of base hits and a most embarrassing bobble that meant a run. When the
excitement was over and the pitcher was trying to regain his composure, George called out after Lillian,
who was vanishing into the kitchen,  Well, since they're from Arizona, I dare say they don't know
rainclouds from any other kind.
Lillian came back into the living room with a patter of high heels.  From where?
 From Arizona, according to Tommie.
 How did Tommie know?
 He talked to their boy, in between ball chucks, I guess, and he told Tommie they came from Arizona
and then the boy was called in. At least, Tommie says it might have been Arizona, or maybe Alabama or
some place like that. You know Tommie and his nontotal recall. But if they're that nervous about the
weather, I guess it's Arizona and they don't know what to make of a good rainy climate like ours.
 But why didn't you ever tell me?
 Because Tommie only told me this morning and because I thought he must have told you already and,
to tell the absolute truth, because I thought you could just manage to drag out a normal existence even if
you never found out. Wow-
The ball went sailing into the right field stands and that was that for the pitcher.
Lillian went back to the venetian blinds and said,  I'll simply just have to make her acquaintance. She
looksvery nice. -Oh, Lord, look at that, George.
George was looking at nothing but the TV.
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Lillian said,  I know she's staring at that cloud. And now she'll be going in. Honestly.
George was out two days later on a reference search in the library and came home with a load of books.
Lillian greeted him jubilantly.
She said,  Now, you're not doing anything tomorrow.
 That sounds like a statement, not a question.
 It is a statement. We're going out With the Sakkaros to Murphy's Park.
 With-
 With the next-door neighbors, George.Haw can you never remember the name?
 I'm gifted. How did it happen?
 I just went up to their house this morning and rang the bell.
 That easy?
 It wasn't easy. It was hard. I stood there, jittering, with my finger on the doorbell, till I thought that
ringing the bell would be easier than having the door open and being caught standing there like a fool.
 And she didn't kick you out?
 No. She was sweet as she could be. Invited me in, knew who I was, said she was so glad I had come
to visit.Yau know.
 And you suggested we go to Murphy's Park.
 Yes. I thought if I suggested something that would let the children have fun, it would be easier for her to
goalong with it. She wouldn't want to spoil a chance for her boy.
 A mother's psychology.
 But you should see her home.
 Ah. You had a reason for all this. It comes out. You wanted the Cook's tour. But, please, spare me the
color scheme details. I'm not interested in the bedspreads, and the size of the closets is a topic with which
I can dispense.
It was the secret of their happy marriage that Lillian paid no attention to George. She went into the color
scheme details, was most meticulous about the bedspreads, and gave him an inch-by-inch description of
closet-size.
 Andclean? I have never seen any place so spotless.
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 If you get to know her, then, she'll be setting you impossible standards and you'll have to drop her in
self-defense.
 Her kitchen, said Lillian, ignoring him,  was so spanking clean you just couldn't believe she ever used
it. I asked for a drink of water and she held the glass underneath the tap and poured slowly so that not
one drop fell in the sink itself. It wasn't affectation. She did it so casually that I just knew she always did it
that way. And when she gave me the glass she held it with a clean napkin. Just hospital-sanitary.
 She must be a lot of trouble to herself. Did she agree to come with us right off?
 Well-not right off. She called to her husband about what the weather forecast was, and he said that the
newspapers all said it would be fair tomorrow but that he was waiting for the latest report on the radio.
 Allthe newspapers said so, eh?
 Of course, they all just print the official weather forecast, so they would all agree. But I think they do
subscribe to all the newspapers. At least I ve watched the bundle the newsboy leaves-
 There isn't much you miss, is there?
 Anyway, said Lillian severely,  she called up the weather bureau and had them tell her the latest and
she called it out to her husband and they said they'd go, except they said they'd phone us if there were
any unexpected changes in the weather.
 All right. Then we'll go.
The Sakkaros were young and pleasant, dark and handsome. In fact, as they came down the long walk
from their home to where the Wright automobile was parked, George leaned toward his wife and
breathed into her ear,  Sohe's the reason.
 I wish he were, said Lillian.  Is that a handbag he's carrying?
 Pocket-radio. To listen to weather forecasts, I bet. The Sakkaro boy came running after them,
waving, something which turned out to be an aneroid barometer, and all three got into the back seat.
Conversation was turned on and lasted, with neat give-and-take on impersonal subjects, to Murphy's
Park.
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