"Well, thanks," said Mom.
Slam went the door.
At four o'clock the audio-visor buzzed. Mrs. Morris flipped the tab. "Hello, Helen!" she said, in welcome.
"Hello, Mary. How are things in New York?"
"Fine, how are things in Scranton? You look tired."
"So do you. The children. Underfoot," said Helen.
Mrs. Morris sighed, "My Mink, too. The super Invasion."
Helen laughed. "Are your kids playing that game, too?"
"Lord, yes. Tomorrow it'll be geometrical jacks and motorized hopscotch. Were we this bad when we were kids in '48?"