Bobby: "How you doin pop."
Pop: "I feel terrible here, like somethin inside me here--you know, like I feel some corrosion inside me here, you know what I mean?"
Bobby: "You just confused pop, you no car--hehehehe!"
Pop: "I mean I feel I'm out of shape here--you know?"
Bobby: "I think it's all in your subconscious mind, pop."
Pop: "Nah! I'm serious here, Lucy, you work in the hospital, you must know somethin?"
Lucy: "I'm a phone operatior there, pop, I know nothin about the inside of any body, and now I get a surprise face."
Pop: "Well, I think them there at that hospital can fix me right up there. Get my body all align, and pop those kinks, like a contort, what's that they call them people that bend, contort somethin?"
Lucy: "I don't know nothin here, I seal my lips. (baby cries) Ah, see, you guys woke up Joey!"
Bobby: "Why you blamin us here, you's the one was talkin there, just now."
Pop: "Get the kid already, he needs to be cuddled here, now go on."
Lucy: "You gettin too attach with Joey, Pop! Ah, now he's screamin!"
Pop: "He's signature callin card--he's all contort too, hehehehe!"
Copyright © William Kekaula 2018
I am a retiree of the hospitality industry, presently, residing in my birthplace town of Hilo, Island of Hawaii, a.k.a. Big Island, in the 50th State of Hawaii, USA, and as a writer, I have a passion for fictional storytelling, but some nonfictional, as well.