 He is? Mm-hmm. All right, gracious, what do you know? Now, what do you suppose he's calling here for? I know one thing. He ain't calling here to see me. He knows I detest the very ground he walks on. I guess he knows I don't waste any affection on him, either. You better let me talk to him, Amelia. Can I stay here? Well, I'd much rather you didn't. You know what a habit you have of getting into arguments with him, scolding him at every opportunity. All right, then. I'll go out in the passageway. You don't mind if I listen, do you? Oh.