The Husband, your host & Junior
The Husband (passing through my work space): "Little screws, razor blades, & ink..."
Stephen: "What was that?
The Husband (in the kitchen): "Little screws, razor blades & ink..."
Stephen: "What are you talking about?"
The Husband (passing through my work space): "Little screws, razor blades & ink... that is what I need from the store before I go to Boys' Fort."
Stephen: " Well I am going to take it. Little Screws, Razor Blades & Ink is just what I have been looking for in a title for the second volume of my memoirs."
The Husband (looking at me across my work table): "Oh my! The title couldn't be more indicative of your middle years. Consider it yours."
(Stephen raises his eye brows & grins)
The Husband (exiting front door): "Little screws, razor blades & ink..."
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