chapter 3

You'd be glad to know I've fixed that table leg Fashioned a makeshift foot out of a couple old tax notices We can finally be even-keeled at dinner time It was in the heat of the moment, I'm sorry I do hope Mallory doesn't grow up knocking furniture around too Thank heaven, she's got your gift of words And your fear of rain Anyway, I found the perfect poncho for her It's one of those all-season jacket things Apparently, for any weather Let's all have dinner together, tonight, shall we?