“Whenyoudoyou’llhavetobuymeanewpairofgloves。”shesaid，“anyhow。Thatfinger’spastmending。Look！youCabbage——you。”Andsheheldthesplitunderhisnose，andpulledafaceofcomicalfierceness。
Myunclesmiledatthesesalliesatthetime，butafterwards，whenIwentbackwithhimtothePharmacy——thelow-classbusinessgrewbriskerintheeveningandtheykeptopenlate——herevertedtoitinalowexpositorytone。“Youraunt’sabitimpatient，George。Shegetsatme。It’sonlynatural。Awomandoesn’tunderstandhowlongittakestobuildupaposition。No。Incertaindirectionsnow——Iam——quietly——buildingupaposition。
Nowhere。Igetthisroom。Ihavemythreeassistants。Zzzz。
It’sapositionthat，judgedbythecriterionofimeedjitincome，isn’tperhapssogoodasIdeserve，butstrategically——yes。It’swhatIwant。Imakemyplans。Irallymyattack。”
“Whatplans。”Isaid，“areyoumaking？”