88. A Rockwell Scene Speaks
“Good afternoon, my son. Would you enjoy a beverage?”
“Yes Mother I will wet deeply into myself.”
“We have, son, beverages three: coffee, which hot; milk, which cold; and, finally, the substrate of all beverage, itself also a genuine first-class beveroge when taken simpliciter.”
“I shell engorge each three in turn.”
"I love you zon.”
“And I you mather.”