Side Pocket and the Painter Lady

The painter lady was acting like a mental case. She could have been gophers crawled up a rotten hollow for all she care. Lou looked like he wanted to applaud but I had my foot on his feet and an elbow in his ribs. Twins standing there were being ignored. Mrs. Morris and her boy were nearly hanging out the window trying to signal the twins to step up and be bold. At last the twins stepped forward and not a moment too soon.