“The advertising was on film, too, wasn’t it? That’s one thing you did omit from your list,” Peter pointed out. “You forgot to list the commercials you watched.”
“The commercials! Who could list them? There are so many of them. Anyway, they aren’t important. But maybe they are,” Judy quickly amended her first statement. “That golden hair wash commercial started us worrying about our hair. We watched it when we were waiting for the tour to begin.”
“At Radio City?”
“Yes, but it didn’t originate from there. It was on a local channel. You know, the same one that features the Golden Girl show. I wish you could have been there, Peter.”
“Perhaps that’s where I should have been. There are federal controls to keep advertisers in line. If I had known—”
“Where Mommy Daddy gone?” little Judy interrupted, suddenly realizing that Dale and Irene were no longer in the room.
“They went to call on a patient,” Judy explained hurriedly. She was eager to hear the rest of what Peter had started to say, but again the baby interrupted.
“Wanna see patient!”
“I’m a patient. You’re visiting me,” Peter told her.
“You’re not sick,” she replied. “You’re mended.”