 Forgive me, Minerva. That's funny. She keeps looking toward the kitchen door. I wonder why. Now you know. Oh, must be your friend from the next block. Now, Minerva, I wouldn't go out there if I were you. I would. If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Davis, I'd better start primping a bit. It's nine o'clock already, and Mr. Boynton's coming over at twelve.