When she leaves, I pick up the phone again. "Hello, Mom? It's Alex." "Have you heard from Julie yet?" she asks. "No, I haven't," I say. "Listen, Mom, would you mind stay- ing with me and the kids until Julie gets back?"
At two o'clock I slip out to pick up my mother and take her to the house before the kids get home from school. When I arrive at her house, she's at the door with two suitcases and four card- board boxes filled with half of her kitchen.
"Mom, we've already got pots and pans at my house," I tell her.
"They're just not the same as mine," she says.
So we load the trunk. I take her and her pots and pans over to the house and unload. She waits for the kids to come home from school, and I race back to the plant.
Around four o'clock, at the end of first shift, I go down to Bob Donovan's office to find out what the story is on Smyth's shipment. He's waiting for me.
"Well, well, well. Good afternoon!" says Bob as I open the door and walk in. "How nice of you to drop by!"
"What are you so happy about?" I ask him.
"I'm always happy when people who owe me money drop by," says Bob.
"Oh, is that right?" I ask him. "What makes you think any- body owes you money?"
Bob holds out his hand and wiggles his fingers. "Come on! Don't tell me you forgot about the bet we made! Ten bucks, re- member? I just talked to Pete and his people are indeed going to finish the hundred units of parts. So the robot should have no problem finishing that shipment for Smyth's plant."
"Yeah? Well, if that's true I won't mind losing," I tell him.
"So you concede defeat?"
"No way. Not until those sub-assemblies get on the five o'clock truck," I tell him.
"Suit yourself," says Bob.
"Let's go see what's really going on out there," I say.
We take a walk out on the floor to Pete's office. Before we get there, we pass the robot, who's brightening the area with its weld