“Why, hello, Anita!”
He put out his hand to her. She wiggled away; he followed. She slid to the floor and gasped:
“Don't touch me!”
“Why, what's the matter, honey?”
“Huh! What isn't the matter?”
He fumbled under the pillow for his watch, looked at it, yawned:
“Lord, it's only five o'clock. Good night!” He disposed himself for sleep again. The parrot broke out in another horrible Ha-ha! He sat up with an oath. “I'd like to murder the beast.”
“Don't! I'm much obliged to it.”
“Obliged to it? You must be crazy. Good Lord! hear it scream.”
“Well, ain't life a scream?”