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‘Shhhhh... don’t say that out loud!’
Dorothy snaps: ‘What Blanche? I was asking the woman where to find the john. What else could I do? Act it out?’
‘No, Dorothy... grandson. You said we were college-hunting for my grandson. We couldn’t let them know I’m a grandmother! They wouldn’t believe that seeing such a youthful beauty as I am.’
‘Yes, Blanche. And Rose’s hair colour is natural.’ Sophia chimes in.
‘Thank you Sophia. I think it’s the genes, and the lifestyle too. My mother always said: ‘You are the words you say, and never let anyone know how many sheep you can castrate in an hour. They’ll want to know your trade secrets. Anyway, this is why my hair is like rays of sunshine, it’s because I talk about positive things all the time!’
‘Oops. I shouldn’t have let Dorothy take that summer job door-to-door selling broomsticks.’
‘Ma!’
‘Shhh... the Professor is coming! He reminds me of Gene Davenport, the neurosurgeon from two weeks ago? He bought me a new nurse outfit because he accidentally ripped the older one during... well, never mind. Look at the fancy slideshows!’
‘Oh look, that’s a good option! Sure-fire way to get things goin’ ’
‘Blanche, he’s talking about a strategy for buying and selling financial instruments.’
‘This reminds me of that time when Jolly - our one-eyed cow who kept trying to --’
‘Can you guys be quiet? I’m trying to pay attention to the professor here! Why can’t the man stop moving his left hand back and forth! I want to see if he’s wearing a wedding ring for Dorothy.’
‘Ma!’
A shrill exclamation arises:
‘Oooooh... I did that once!’
Necks turn.
Eyes stare.
Mouths gape.
Silence: ensues.