re on the box showed a huge purple
VW with long '59 Cadillac Coupe de Ville taillights burning up a dirt track。
The VW had a sunroof； and poking up through it； clawed hands on the wheel down
below； was a gigantic warty monster with popping bloodshot eyes； a maniacal
grin； and a gigantic English racing cap turned around backward。
Wendy was smiling at him； and Jack winked at her。
〃That's what I like about you； doc；〃 Jack said； handing the box back。 〃Your
taste runs to the quiet； the sober； the introspective。 You are definitely the
child of my loins。〃
〃Mommy said you'd help me put it together as soon as I could read all of the
first Dick and Jane。〃
〃That ought to be by the end of the week；〃 Jack said。 〃What else have you got
in that fine…looking truck； ma'am？〃
〃Uh…uh。〃 She grabbed his arm and pulled him back。 〃No peeking。 Some of that
stuff is for you。 Danny and I will take it in。 You can get the milk。 It's on the
floor of the cab。〃
〃That's all I am to you；〃 Jack cried； clapping a hand to his forehead。 〃Just a
dray horse； a mon beast of the field。 Dray here； dray there； dray
everywhere。〃
〃Just dray that milk right into the kitchen； mister。〃
〃It's too much！〃 he cried； and threw himself on the ground while Danny stood
over him and giggled。
〃Get up； you ox；〃 Wendy said； and prodded him with the toe of her sneaker。
〃See？〃 he said to Danny。 〃She called me an ox。 You're a witness。〃
〃Witness； witness！〃 Danny concurred gleefully； and broadjumped his prone
father。
Jack sat up。 〃That reminds me； chumly。 I've got something for you。 too。 On the
porch by my ashtray。〃
〃What is it？〃
〃Forg