We left Mr. Steele cooling his heels …
Maybe he sees a spider on the ceiling? Just then, another unwelcome creature scuttles in:
Hello again, Mrs. Roper! “Yoo hoo!” she calls. (Yoo-hoo? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?)
Steele seems a little unnerved. Perhaps he’s discerned that Miss Holt won’t be up for a menage a’ trois this weekend.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” she asks.
Mr. Steele confesses himself at a loss.
“Well, maybe this’ll get the old crank turning,” (Crank turning? Oh, THAT’S what the kids are calling it these days.)
Mrs. Roper opens her caftan. Is she going to try to sell him a stolen watch?
I have to wonder if Randi’s last name is a sly nod to Jane Russell, the buxom actress. I recall Carol Burnett once commenting, “In 1943, Howard Hughes discovered two of his greatest assets: Jane Russell.” Hughes even designed a special bra to emphasize her bountiful bosom.
The more famous Ms. Russell, displaying her talents in “The Outlaw.”
“They’re YOURS,” Jane Junior purrs.
“Mine?” (What gentleman could resist such an invitation?)
“I tell everyone they’re a work of art.”
Despite being a connoisseur of fine art, Mr. Steele is
unimpressed terrified. “Um, could you put them away now?” He glances toward the bathroom, where …
… Miss Groggins, who is dressed rather more formally than their visitor, has emerged.
Laura snipes that she wouldn’t know.
“You oughta try it,” Randi suggests. “It really gives you a LIFT.” Judging from the level of her gaze, she thinks Miss Holt’s tuckus could use a little work, too.
Perhaps sensing that Laura isn’t prepared to receive guests, Jane Junior decides to withdraw. “We’ll be seeing more of each other over dinner.”
“How much more can there BE?” Laura grows after she departs.
“It’s all right,” Steele reassures her. “I’m a doctor.”
Laura reminds him, emphatically, that he is NOT. She grabs some gear from her bag and heads back to the bath. Is she going to sleep in the tub?
“Well, as a matter of fact, she thinks I… uh … renovated her,” Steele persists.
Laura quickly spots a hole in this explanation. “She was a patient of Arthur Bellows? And she doesn’t know you’re a fraud?”
“They must have thrown in a lobotomy at no extra charge.”