"Oh yes," Betty replied confidently.
"Thank God I'm getting old," Ritchie grunted.
"Now, hon'," Betty admonished gently.
"I only found one name in there that might help us at all. Any idea where Seltsam Street or Avenue or whatever it is might be?"
"No idea. Are you sure it's a street and not a name of somebody?"
"A couple pages referred to it as a meeting place. I guess we'll have to see if the Lovebirds birds know anything. Standby with a bucket of cold water in case I can't get through," he said.
Betty chuckled and kept knitting.
Ritchie cleared his throat. Getting no response, he tried again with gusto. He considered tossing the TV Guide at them, but figured that would be too humiliating. So he settled on using his 'voice of authority': "Hey, Lovebirds!"
The Lovebirds jumped slightly and turned toward the voice, as if unaware that anyone else had been in the room.
"Any idea where Seltsam Street or Avenue or whatever it is might be?"