Turpin came in the shop today and we gee whizzed for a few minutes before he asked me if the part he ordered last week was in yet. I told him no and explained that the order got placed between catalogues with my vendor, and how was I to know the part would have a new number in the new catalogue. He had some words to say about that but he kept it mild because there was a woman in the store with her husband, a couple of newlyweds holding hands, walking the aisles slow, cooling off in the air conditioning. Turpin said Christ Almighty under his breath and then we gee whizzed again for a few minutes, mostly about his boys, the twins up at State playing football. They’re different looking twins, not identical. But both of them are linebackers. There’s been talk in the papers that they might both might get drafted by the NFL. He gee whizzed that but I could tell he was feeling pretty good about his boys. Then he asked me about my boys. George and Leopold, also twins. Identical. Too identical. And identical also with their mother. Turpin didn’t want to ask about George and Leopold. He was just being polite. But since he asked, I gave him a full rundown of their latest nonsense. I told him how they were in the shop last week taking measurements and making sketches. I asked them what they were up to, and George told me they were making designs for the shop to become a nightclub after my death. Gee whiz, if he didn’t say it like my death was coming soon as Sunday. Now the newlyweds were sitting down on a pair of the collapsible chairs we got on special. The groom bought a cola from the machine and he shared it with his bride. They looked a little too comfortable, like they were waiting for all the hardware and feed to be gone so this place could become hopping nightspot. Turnpin’s known for telling the raunchiest jokes you’d ever want to hear, so I gee whizzed him into telling one, good and loud. He had a new one about a fellow who figured out a way to get his wife to do that thing that wives don’t like to do whenever they took a roadtrip together, right there in the car as he drove. It was a good one. Absolutely filthy. Can’t remember it to tell it myself, but the punchline was portions toll. It got the newlyweds gone.