"It did, Steve," said Farrow, who had been following my mental ramblings.
Catherine came in shortly and saw what Nurse Farrow was doing.
I started to dress as Farrow hurled my clothing out of the closet at me.
Farrow was fighting the wheel like a racing driver in a spin.
On the other hand, the damage to Farrow's body was really minor.
"It always does," smiled Farrow ...