by HoneyDog » Tue Mar 10, 2020 1:57 am
“George just has a liking for such stories” says Gertrude. “He hears them from the villagers sometimes. Perhaps the dinner table isn’t the best place for them.”
“In fact, it’s past your bedtime, young man” says Forby, who looks uncomfortable during all this talk. “Off you go! You’re still under the weather. You don’t want to end up like me!”
Grumbling, George is led off to bed. As darkness draws in, Forby becomes increasingly anxious.
“Make sure all of the doors and windows are locked!” he tells Gertrude.
“But, Harry, it’s incredibly hot!” Gertrude protests.
“Just do it, dammit woman!” Forby roars, going red in the face.
Gertrude, shocked, runs from the room.