At bedtime, Audrey tells Tutor, "I told Momma I guessed the secret subtext." "What did she say?," Tutor whispers in alarm. "She said there is no secret subtext. Just 'own rule save.' No 'and get even.'" "Of course she said that," Tutor whispers, "What do you expect?" "Tsk, Tsk," Momma murmurs from her easy chair, "What utter nonsense." "Audrey," Tutor breathes, "What do we both know?" Then he and Audrey like choreographed Vaudeville artists, both shake their heads back and forth, noses almost touching, holding up one forefinger: "There is no secret subtext!," then "Shhhsssh!" Momma says, "Tutor, please; it is way past Audrey's bedtime; don't get her going again. She needs to sleep."
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