Before Mrs. Johnson got there, who did the cooking, especially for dinner? When did they have time to dress? I'm picturing Elizabeth, in one of her formal black evening gowns, jewels all over her, in the kitchen, looking at the directions of a box of Aunt Jemima, figuring out how to make those crescent rolls. Meanwhile, there's Roger, in a three-piece suit, oven mits on his hands as he waves the smoke away from the oven, trying to pull a burnt-to-a-crsip roast out. Carolyn enters in one of her cocktail outfits, sighs, and says: "I'll call Luigi's again. I know - no mushrooms on David's half."
Gerard