“Y’tired, son?”
“Yeah.”
Cub raised a stein and drained it.
Otto eased it away, refilled it and stood it beside the full one. Then he lifted his belly onto a stool, leaned his arms against the bar and said, earnestly:
“Fut you need, son ... iss to get marriet.... Tonight you see you haf vent viddout your supper. No vivfe allows dat.... No! Fut you need iss....”
Cub put down the empty stein and lifted the third one.
“Oh hush, Otto.... I’ll get married when I want to!”
A bell tinkled in the kitchen, below. Otto disengaged his stomach, threw back his head to balance it, and before he turned, announced:
“Dat’s it! You don’t vant to!”
Cub set down the stein and laughed.