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