Not being specially gifted with originality of either thought or expression, Mr. Herbert Cressey stopped Banneker outside of his apartment with the remark made and provided for the delayed reunion of frequent companions: “Well I thought you were dead!”
By way of keeping to the same level Banneker replied cheerfully: “I’m not.”
“Where’ve you been all this while?”
“Working.”
“Where were you Monday last? Didn’t see you at Sherry’s.”
“Working.”
“And the week before? You weren’t at The Retreat.”
“Working, also.”
“And the week before that? Nobody’s seen so much—”
“Working. Working. Working.”