Somewhere , I guess ?
So, quite oddly at this point Lillian turns to Dr. Z, and says:
Tell us about this violin player you spoke of,
and Dr. Z :
Well, some time back my friend met an old Dr. down is Princeton, who did enjoy himself some fiddling music. My friend eventually got into working doing Humphrey Bogart impressions in the Catskills, but that was later. Anyway, the old man had a joke about photons. Which goes like this:
You know why photons are all free ? ( No ? ) .. Well, it's just that they have --- no --- charge, not a one of 'em.
So, not sure what happened to my friend, a curious fellow, but he did do that Humphrey Bogart routine, in the Catskills, somewhere ...
And when he said somewhere, they all felt something in there stomachs, like perhaps these Oster-berries where not such a good year.
And Lillian said:
Might land that in Newark, but around here it would probably --- just bomb.
So, with that , it was pretty much , upward and onward, on account of it was Thursday, and that anxiety, that peculiar Thursday anxiety began sinking in, and everyone did head >>> home <<<<.
And so, this is where part II ends with a " splat ", because, we really don't know if Maggie did make it home, and we may >>>> never <<<<< know that. After all , these are quite >>> turbulent <<<, times, for everyone ...
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