human
I've a surprise for you, George--a new bidder. Mrs. Harper is thinking about you for her daughter.
gpt
Jenny Harper?
human
You'd like that, wouldn't you, Georgie?
gpt
Whatever arrangement you make, Mummy.
human
Jenny and her mother are coming to dinner to talk over a marriage settlement. Speculatively she ran her hand over the tanned, muscle-hard curve of his upper arm.
gpt
You're anxious to have your own woman, aren't you, George?
human
So I can begin to work for her, Mummy.
gpt
And begin taking the compound every day. His mother smiled.
human
Oh, I know you wicked boys! Put on your dress trunks tonight. We want Jenny to see you at your best.
gpt
Why is your father home so early, may I ask?
human
I don't know, Mother. I heard my sisters talking in the yard; I think he was taken sick at work.
gpt
Sick! Some men never stop pampering themselves.
human
They said it was a heart attack or--
gpt
Ridiculous; he isn't dead, is he? Georgie, this is the last straw. I intend to trade your father in today on a younger man.