Page 38 - Lulu and Bob in Verbo City

Lulu did not fail to perceive her uncle’s gimlet gaze boringly bore
into her. As intended, she’d taken the heat off her brother. Poor old
Uncle Bunster! Didn’t he know that strange talents could jump across
and down the family tree, like the chess knight’s move? Well, he’d
soon find out.
She flipped her card nonchalantly, speed-read its contents and
stared back at him.
“Frank’s fresh French fries franchise. Frank’s fresh French fries
franchise. Frank’s fresh French fries franchise.”

Bunster realized he’d have to break the eyelock in order to take his
turn. Drat! With absolutely minimal interruption he took his card,
scanned the text and flicked his orbs back into the staredown. Lulu
was, as he’d hoped, still looking fixedly at his face—but she had
crossed her eyes! He almost choked; gulped instead and gasped out
his twister.
“Hourly Larry said sourly, ‘Sarah Lee’s salaried.’ Hourly Larry said
sourly, ‘Sarah Lee’s salaried.’ Hourly Larry said sourly, ‘Sarah Lee’s
salaried.’”
And what was that low-pitch humming sound? Had he left his
car’s motor running?
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