drove home telling points in some dim quarrel while the boy Travis chirped out show-business quips. “Be my guest!” he would chirp, and, “Oh boy, that’s the story of my life!” and, “Yeah, but what do you do for an encore!” and, “Hey, don’t knock it if you ain’t tried it!” and, “How’s that for openers?” and, “You bragging or complaining!” and, “Welcome to the club, Ray! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.” I had to sit there and take it on the chin from both the woman and Travis.
