“A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened...And then the days came and I was alone.”
“Room to swing a cat, it seemed was absolutely essential. It was an infrequent but indispensable operation.”
“He snorted and hit me in the solar plexus. I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands and spun it. When I had it nicely spinning I gave it a full swing and hit myself on the back of the head with the floor.”
“Wat happens in the band room stays in the band room”
“What happens in the band room stays in the band room.”
“He’ll never know. What stays in the VIP room happens in the VIP room,” she slurs.“Don’t you mean what happens in the VIP room stays in the VIP room?”“That’s what I said.”I snicker. “Oh, okay.”