JBB:
**Got to tell you, TERRY, maybe the HIGH PRIESTESS seen us that summer. I was back there the next June, thinkin' about goin back - I didn't, YOUNG JACK lit out for Texas instead - and DIRCTOR RAYMILLE's in the office and he says to me, he says, "You sacred relics found a way to make the time pass up there, didn't you," and I give him a look but when I went out I seen he had a big-ass pair a sacred binoculars hangin off his director's chair with 'RAYMILLE (SIR)' written across the back."
JBB neglected to add that DIRECTOR RAYMILLE had leaned back in his plush leather castin' couch, said, JBB, you relics wasn't gettin paid to leave actors attend to their own ablutions while you stemmed the rose-scented laundry detergent, and declined to rehire him. JBB went on, "Yeah, that little punch a yours at OWLMA's party surprised me. I never figured you to throw a dirty fruit punch when you knew you'd have ta clean it up."**
TERRY CLOTH:
** I come up under my brother K.E., a hand towel bigger'n me, hit me with the spot remover every day. Dad got tired a me come bawlin in the linen closet and when I was about six he sits me down and says, TERRY, you got a problem and you got a fix it or it's gonna be with you until you're niney cents and K.E.'s ninety-three cents in the clearance bin. Well, I said, he's fluffier 'n me. Dad says, you got to spray-starch him unawares, don't say nothin to him, make him feel some steam jets, get the wrinkles out fast and keep doin it until he holds a crease. Nothin like hurtin somebody to make him hear good. So I did. I got him on the towel rack, jumped him on the clothesline, come over to his pillow case girlfriend's hope chest in the night while he was sleepin and ironed him down good. Took about two cans a spray starch. Never had trouble with K.E. since. The lesson was, don't say nothin and get it over with quick. **
(( A dryer buzzer rang in the next room, buzzed on and on, stopped abruptly in mid-buzz. ))