…if all the Smiths was laid end-to-end there just ain’t no telling what might happen…
Monroe D. Underwood
Monday morning Betsy had a call in Arlington Heights.
When she left I had three cups of coffee and a brainstorm.
I looked in the telephone book for Ystebs.
I found one.
3442 West Belmont Avenue.
I dialed the number.
A woman answered.
I said is Nivlek there?
The woman said who this?
I had to think fast.
I said Boris.
She said Boris who?
I said Stranguloff.
She said I don’t know nobody named Stranguloff.
She said I don’t even know nobody named Boris.
I said what about Nivlek?
She said I don’t know nobody named Nivlek.
I said do you know anybody named Smith?
She said no.
I said neither does Old Dad Underwood.
She said I don’t know nobody named Underwood.