My temperature was 103. Â Bud had been working out of town for three days when he came home to find the kids sticking baloney and cheese on the wall. Â They’d stick it it up to make patterns, lick it when it turned loose and fell to the floor, then reuse it. Â They were happily occupied, letting me lie on the sofa.
“What the hell is going on? Â Don’t you see these kids plastering the walls with baloney and cheese?”
“Yeah. Â I’m so glad you’re home. Â I was afraid it was about to quit sticking before you got here!”
