Wednesday Story Day time again. We left Ben and Alexis in the presence of Alexis’ mother, Mrs. Worthe. It is obvious Mrs. Worthe wants to be in control. The fact she came unannounced we know she doesn’t give a rip about conventional manners. The pizza is there and now it’s time to hustle over and see what’s going on.
“Here’s your pizza mom.”
“Thank you, darling. May I have a fork? That is if you have a clean one.”
“Sure mom. Here is a knife as well. Be careful and don’t cut your throat with it.”
“Cute Alexis. Now tell me, kids, what’s new here at Camp Fornication.”
“Mom. That’s enough. There is no reason to be rude.”
“Well excuse me but you know your father, and I do not think shacking up is the right thing to do.”
“We are not shacking up. Ben has his place. He just comes to study, and since we are friends, he is welcome here anytime.”
“Oh, I’ll bet he is.”
“Mom.”
“Okay, I’ll ask about something else then.”
“That would be nice.”
“Your father tells me, Ben, here has been taking some of the plastic explosives from the plant.”
“Yes, Mrs. Worthe. That’s right.”
“Would you mind telling me why?”
“Well, I’m building a bomb.”
“A bomb? Whatever for?”
“Alexis and I want to take out the Student Union.”
“Well now. Blowing up the Student Union sounds like a real mature project. Mind telling me why?”
“For all the usual reasons. You know, nasty kids, backstabbing friends and the fact that we are in a position to do it.”
“Your father knows about this Alexis?”
“Yes. He said it was okay with him.”
“Wait until I talk to him. This situation is outrageous. You know one of you could get hurt. He said he was okay with blowing up the Student Union?”
“Well not exactly. He said it was okay for us to blow something up. I can’t recall if we mentioned the Student Union or not.”
“Was your father reading the Wall Street Journal at the time?”
“Now that you mention it he was.”
“That man cannot walk and chew gum at the same time. If he was reading the paper he had no idea what you were talking about.”
“No, he knew about blowing up something. He even told us a story of how he blew up a factory once. I guess he had been fired─”
“Enough. You are not to blow up anything until I have had a chance to talk to your father. Understood?”
“Yes, Mom.”
Yes, Mrs. Worthe.”
“Now let’s forget this unpleasantness. This pizza is excellent where does it come from?”
“The Student Union delivers.”
“Another reason to go slowly here.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
