Scrolling down for The Last Time

The baby is hidden/maybe behind a curtain-I'm not going this time-it's your affair and has to be private. There is a scathing riff between the families-about money I presume,there is none-we've been to the Village elders just like you wanted and this time there is no going back. An ilder adult son is in the house/he's hiding the family jewels.All I need is one of those plastic whirligigs that let you hang the infant clothes on-I'll run to the wash-house-but flat doesn't do it-spin pale blue/pink/yellow/white-come on-six bucks and a a quarter tip for the guy without legs and the pertpetual smile who hangs out in front of the Retail Market.