Something Is Happening But You Don't Know What It Is

The ladies in cotton hats don't mind that Pablo is not the writer they took him for.

He's a poet. And the other one, with him, also looks somehow familiar.

We're about to go down to the Pioneer Women's Memorial Gardens, says the one in the high cotton hat. Will you come with us?

Is there food there? asks Arthur.

We have sandwiches, don't we, Loretta, says the high one.

Yes, Merle, says a shorter lady, in a low cotton hat.

Arthur and Pablo are hungry, so they follow the ladies down King William Street to the Pioneer Women's Memorial Gardens where they sit under an oak tree eating tuna, mayo and bean sprout sandwiches.

Now, says Loretta, you must give us a poem.

Pablo gives them Hot Woman Fleshly Apple.

The ladies love Hot Woman Fleshly Apple. They think they have scored a great coup.

..........

Sweezus, having lost Terence, has found him again near the water spouts.

I'm swimming, says Terence.

That's not swimming, says Sweezus.

Why are you in such a bad mood? asks Terence.

Because I'm not used to responsibility, says Sweezus. And ......

And....? says Terence.

Easter's coming, says Sweezus. I always get shitty at Easter.

Do I? asks Terence.

How do I know? Do you know why I do? asks Sweezus.

No, says Terence.

Keep it that way, says Sweezus.

He sits down grumpily while Terence returns to the water spouts.

.........

It's much easier without Terence, says Rosamunda.

I do feel guilty, says Katherine.

No need, says Vello. Sweezus just got the wrong end of the stick.

Speaking of which, says Gaius. Is there a pencil sharpener in this office?

Pencil sharpener, says Vello. Let me think. No. But I may have a knife.

This reminds Gaius of Arthur.

Has Arthur been by, lately? asks Gaius.

He was here the other day, says Ray. So what? Let's get on with the rehearsal.

Right, says Rosamunda. Ray, in this scene you and Gaius travel to Eldorado.

Are we only up to there? asks Vello. You do know the actual performance is imminent?

What? says Rosamunda. How imminent?

This weekend, says Vello. In the Flabbergast.

That's a miniscule tent, isn't it? sniffs Margaret.

No need to be snooty, says Vello. You take what you get. One year we performed it on bicycles.

What about that knife? says Gaius.

Knife? says Vello. Oh yes, I'll start looking.

He opens a drawer. No knife. He draws out an old fashioned letter.

It's written in sepia ink with a feather.

 So that's where he put it! cries Vello.