AN: Thanks to all my loyal reviewers, which would be like one because I'm not counting nosilla. (tee hee hee, you don't count. I mean, I'm so compassionate towards you not counting.)
Maggi: Thanks for your encouragement. More people should write in this category, too bad few people know about this.
Nosilla: Was that directed towards me? Or were you just quoting from the story? It better be the second one.
So previously on 'The Apartment': Easy Company barged into Sue's house. She got all pissed off because her brother and father are fighting with the English. She also has to take care of her mother and little sister who are both unfortunately dying. So anyway, now 'The Apartment':
When Sue left the room she heard music playing from a record. They all spun her around and were having a blast until Sue heard something. Having the impeccable hearing she did, She left for a minute to get to her sister.
"Shut that off." Sue whispered.
They did as they were told and waited for a moment in silence. They could hear Caroline's cries in the next room.
"We should do something to help out." Doc Roe suggested.
"I know just what to do." Luz commented, and then he went to see Caroline. "Can I help?"
"Here, throw this out." Sue handed him a dirty diaper. He just passed it along the line of men that were behind him.
"I had something else in mind." He bent over and started to tickle Caroline. She giggled. Luz did an impression of Dike "Sargent Lipton, You get things organized here, I'm gonna go for help. I need to polish my damn oak wheat clusters." (I know it's not word for word, but I needed to add something.)
"Sprache, Herr. Diese sind zärtliche Ohren." (Language, sir. These are delicate ears.) She held Caroline's ears softly in her hand.
"What?"
"She said to shut your damn potty mouth." Liebgott answered.
"Entschuldigen Sie mich?" (excuse me?)
"Sorry, it just slipped."
"It's okay, just don't let it happen again."
"Sure thing my little dumpling."
"Why are people always called food items? More specifically, why are women?"
"Women aren't always called food items." Luz argued.
"Either food items or food related."
"Yeah, like what?" Speirs asked.
"Sweetie, dumpling, pumpkin, honey, puddin', peach, sweetie pie, the apple of my eye, muffin, sugar, cookie, dear" Sue would have kept rambling on if Popeye hadn't interrupted her.
"How is dear related to food?" He asked.
"If you spell it differently it can mean deer the animal."
"That shouldn't count." Luz argued.
"It's just spelled differently."
"Yeah, but it still shouldn't count." Caroline suddenly burst into tears.
"Look what you made her do!" Sue shrieked.
"What I did?" Luz asked questioningly.
"If you had just let it go she wouldn't be crying now." Sue said trying to hush Caroline.
"Why must women always get their way?" Speirs asked.
"Because we're more intelligent." Sue answered, "That and if you do something wrong we work on it for years to get payback." (My science teacher told me something like that.) (by the way, sorry to the guys.)
"Sure you do."
"How do you think this whole war started? Women either go shopping or eat food when they're upset. Men invade another country. Women can hold their anger." (I stole if from someone's bio. I thought it was spice of life's, but it isn't there, anymore at least.)
"You know that's completely... true."
"See, women are smarter then men."
"No they're not."
"Yes they are."
"No they're not."
"Yes they are."
"No they're not."
"Yes they are."
"No they're not."
"Yes they are."
"Jesus, you people. Control your anger."
"He started it." Sue pointed at Speirs. Once again Caroline burst into tears. "See I'm right."
"You little..."
"Let it go, Speirs. You can't win."