"We're late," Charlie said. He wiped his shoe on the rug. "Come on, pal." They took the freeway out of Sunnydale. Downtown the clock on the Trojan Life & Casualty building gave them four minutes to get there. "What was in that box you brought?" George asked. "A pressure cooker." "Oh, no." "Supposed to build up terrific pressure," Charlie said. "Five thousand pounds per square inch." George stared before him as they drove into the Park-O-Port. He had not a moment free till his coffee break at ten. Mr. Perkins wanted the Lawndale policies cleared right away and Mr. Zungenspiel had all the juniors in for a briefing on exorbitant rates. When he got back to his desk Maude Doody waited to interview him about his wedding anniversary for her "Sweetness and Light" column in _Keep Smiling_, the company weekly. "I hope you're always polite to Rosy," Meddlin' Maude said. "I can't stand rude men. How old is Timmy now?" "He'll be three in September." Maude made a quick mental calculation. She looked doubtful. "And could you tell us what you gave Rosy for her wedding anniversary?" "A pressure cooker," George said, forgetting everything else. "Is that all? What kind of pressure cooker, George?" "Five thousand pounds per square inch." "I mean the _brand_," Maude said, stabbing the air with her sharp pencil. "Don't you think the folks would like to know the brand?" "Uh, I guess the best." "They're all best," Maude said. "Can't you remember the brand?" "No," he said. Meddlin' Maude rose to her feet. She looked down at him severely. "George, you're slipping," she said and marched off to the _Keep Smiling_ office. * * * * * George grabbed the telephone. Five thousand pounds per square inch, he thought. Whammo! The phone rang seven times. Then he dialed Charlie's house, but Beth did not answer either. Rosy and Beth spent hours at the supermart. It was the social center of Sunnydale where the gals could gossip a little and compare brands. George took the elevator up to the company cafeteria. On the fifth floor Mr. Perkins stepped in. "Just got your Lawndale policies," Mr. Perkins said. "Fast work, son. Keep it up." "Thank you, sir. I had an inquiry this morning, sir. About domestic accidents." "Shoot the problem, son." "Does it cover injury by pressure cooker?" "Was it Full Coverage or Complete Coverage?" "Complete, sir." "Covers everything from electrocution in the bath tub to getting hit by a stray rocket from Cape Canaveral." The elevator let them out at the cafeteria. "Mr. Perkins, I'd like to double my wife's policy." "Mighty sensible of you, George. Can you afford it?" "No, sir." "That's the spirit! How about your own policy, George? Isn't it about time you went up a notch?" "You mean it, sir?" "I've been keeping my eye on you," Mr. Perkins said. "I'll see what I can do." George thanked him profusely. "Not at all, not at all," Mr. Perkins boomed. "That's what old dad Perkins is here for."