my secretary into the office,
yelling at
her on my father's
1950
wooden
intercommunication
box.
get in here.
get in here now, Doris,
right now!
she finally comes in.
explain to me these
books,
why are we in the red
this year?
what is your explanation
for all these
expenses?
i'm not Doris,
she says,
i'm your wife, Betty.
you know
you're really not doing
well with retirement,
are you?
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