Nick Gets Lost (Socks XXXV)

Dad left the room, a door shut.
"Libbey?"
"Boys! Where's Nick?"
"Under the couch, last I saw."
Looking through the legs of the coffee table to see the TV, Nick hoped to see Oprah. A court show was on now. The people kept talking over each other. Nick could make no sense of their conversation. He was glad objects weren't as rude as people. Except dimes, those condescending bigots.
A broken, mute, potato chip was the only object under here, Nick had to get back to the purse. He scooted just past the edge of the couch.
The phone rang.

Change of Plans (Socks XXXIV)

Dad set the purse on the couch and started replacing the strewn contents. Lipstick, a compact, a hairbrush. He picked five pieces of silverware from the floor, holding them in the light of the front window.
"Mom, we have to do something about this."
Libbey was wedged in the bottom of the purse. The wallet now covered her. She was alone.
"I'll return these to the restaurant, and explain to the manager."
"Thanks Dad."
Dad held the Gylegreys out. "What should I do with these?"
"Put them in my purse. I was going to drop them off after lunch, but..."

Deception (Socks XXXIII)

The purse was moving, swinging. Mom kept drawing white tissues out. The purse was flying, slamming to a stop. There was a roar and a squeal. The purse was thrown off the seat, picked up, swinging fast again, flying, then finally stopped, crashing in front of the TV. The twins, the wallet, the silverware, Nick, and most of the stuff in the purse scattered from the doorway to the easy chair. Mom, cussing, kicked the wallet. The wallet bumped Nick. Nick slid under the couch.
Dad came down the hall. "What's wrong."
"That bitch Sarah. She set me up again."

Search Me (Socks XXXII)

"Ma'am, would you come with me, please."
"Why?"
"I need to talk with you."
"I don't think so."
Rar was put back in the purse, the wallet over him.
"You can talk here."
"I didn't want to do this here, but may I look in your purse, Ma'am?"
"I don't think you need to look in my purse."
"The waiter says my silverware in your purse."
"What are you saying?"
"Ma'am, let's not have a scene."
"I don't like your tone, young man. I didn't steal your silverware."
"Ma'am, your meal is free this time, but please, don't come back."

Telltale Fork (Socks XXXI)

Rar grabbed one of the forks in a frantic effort to stay in the purse. Mom pulled the wallet, Rar, and the fork into the air.
Rar could see the purse still on the floor next to the table. He let the fork fall back in the purse, it clanked against the other silverware.
"What was that noise?"
"I don't know."
"It sounded like silverware to me."
"I didn't hear anything."
"Did you put the silverware in your purse again?"
"Do you want to get us banned from this place too?"
"If you biddies don't believe me, check my purse."

Libbey (Socks XXX)

Lar stepped in thinking there was going to be trouble.
"Don't worry, me and this old fart were just kidding. Having fun."
"Who you calling old? I'd flat wear you out."
"Nickel, please."
All four burst into laughter.
When the ruckus died down Libbey told of her experiences. Coffee, soup, and pudding.
Clam chowder and a hot bath afterwards was her favorite.
Nick recalled some of the food that he had helped trade for.
The Gylgreys showed Libbey their wounds. She was very impressed just as Nick had predicted.
The purse moved and the wallet left pulling Rar with it.

Jocularity (Socks XXIX)

"Who's this pretty little thing?"
"Nick, this is Libbey. Libbey, this is old enough to be your grandpa."
"Take it easy, I was just being friendly."
"Don't bother asking, I have no idea what I'm worth."
"I like you, you have spunk. Where you from?"
"Don't know."
"Say's China back here. You don't look Asian."
"Don't be lookin' back there! Eyes front, Nick."
"What did I tell ya, boys. This one has metal. "
The twins watched the exchange between the other two.
"Libbey, lets you and me rub together, make some sparks"
"I would rub that 1973 right off."