Now, Creature, let me do that. You don't want to spoil those pretty hands. (Takes them, with an attempt to be affectionate.)
LAURA
I guess it isn't any worse for them than washing the baby's things.
GORDON
Come on, old man, let me. (Gently removes her from sink, and pushes her to the chair by the table. She sits down and wipes dishes as he hands them to her.) It doesn't take long when there are two of us.
LAURA
Gordie, these dishes aren't properly clean. You can't get that grease off without hot water.
GORDON
I guess that kettle's hot by now. (To stove, feels water in kettle.) Give it a minute longer. (Stands by stove and puffs at his pipe. In a moment of false security, he foolishly reopens a dangerous topic.) You know, I'm a little worried about Mother.