Huck came down the narrow hallway pushing a heavy chair with considerable difficulty and maneuvered it around a corner toward one of the living-room bookcases.
The bookcase in question contains a number of breakable trinkets, not to mention a conspicuous pair of binoculars. Feeling this warranted a discreet inquiry, I asked him: “What are you trying to get?”
“Up!” he replied.
Overheard: A Bitter Quarrel
The Sisters Have Spoken
This Tickled My Funny Bone
“For the lover of truth, discussion is always possible…”
That Makes Two of Us