Page 33 - Lulu and Bob in Verbo City

Bob could not help noticing his uncle’s behavior. Why wouldn’t
the old guy just stick to the rules? But stopping to speculate on
whether Bunster was spoofing or not would be a disruption of the
even flow of slyly similar syllables it was necessary to repeat. Bob
looked neither to the left nor the right: only at the task before him.
Another short one!
“Clean cup club,” he muttered in a monotone. “Clean cup club.
Clean cup club.”

Lulu knew her uncle, surrounded by books, himself was quite
easily read. She had no illusions about his act, and took it as a sign
that he felt cheated of an early victory. Her own emotions, at least for
the moment, were well under control. She did wonder what would
happen if they got to the end of the deck before any of the players
blundered.
“Brenda blended brands of blander bran. Brenda blended brands
of blander bran. Brenda blended brands of blander bran.” It just
rolled off the tongue, she decided, if you were in the zone.

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