Dave Dryfoos

“ Kate pushed away from him, frowning. "Sometimes you're so silly, it scares me. You know perfectly well that if you don't take Mr. Kojac's job, someone else will. He'd rather have it in your hands than in a stranger's, and I'd rather live on his income than on a laborer's. So stop moping and drink your Daystart, while I call a cab."
No help in that quarter, Bozzy decided as she left. All Kate could think of was that she'd soon be the wife of a big-shot: the manager—that is, controls setter—of a furniture factory. ”

“ I've got to get Daddy off and give Ralph his bath."
"I'll bathe him," Sophie volunteered. "You help, Howie. We can make like we're young."
"Don't drop him," Kate warned.
"Clean up the bathroom afterward," added Bozzy.
"Yes, sir," said Howard, for the first time in his life.
The children left, and Kate came close to pour Bozzy his cup of Daystart. He slipped an arm around her waist and squeezed convulsively.
"Darling!" she said, stroking his bald spot. "You're positively trembling!"
"Wouldn't you be, if you had to take over from somebody you like as well as I like Mr. Kojac? ”

“ Kate and the kids had already eaten, so Kate served, while the kids, attracted by his finery, stood off and watched him swallow a vitamin pill, a thyroid pill, and a Dexedrine pill.
Solemnly, he opened the three eggs Kate brought. Each was guaranteed by her to have been irradiated for exactly two minutes and fifty-five seconds, and guaranteed by the grocer to have been enriched by feeding the hens three kinds of mold.
His mouth was full of the third and last one when Sophie asked, "Why do you have to go to work, Daddy?"
The reminder choked him. Gulping, he said, "To support us all, honey. ”