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: It was her father's. I'm sure it's teeming with fungus and microscopic bugs that feed on flakes of human skin, but she was fond of it.
: You need a drink. Lily, give her your bag.
: What's gotten into you? Olive Snook
: I'm a sawed off shotgun full of secrets! Vivian Charles
: Did she just say she was armed?
: Halloween is a busy time of year for us. Lily Charles
: Some neighborhood children started rumors that we were witches. They said that we turn little boys into birds. Ned
: That's terrible. Parrot
: Rawk! Help me, help me. They turned me into a bird. Vivian Charles
: Scares the woolies outta them.
[Chuck, wearing a white bedsheet with two holes for the eyes, goes up to her aunts' house and rings the doorbell
] Vivian Charles
: Is that clock right? It's two o'clock in the am! Lily Charles
: I'll get my gun. Vivian Charles
: And I'll get the candy bowl!
[about his father
: He was emotionally stunted, afraid of getting close, definitely not the best at goodbyes... Vivian Charles
: "Jackass" is as good a word as any.
: This gives me pause. Vivian Charles
: A manicure might help.
: Mr. Cod, I'm here against my better judgment considering the callous braggadocio with which you previously gave me the heave-ho. Emerson Cod
: Well, if I did do any ho-heavin' it was for your own good. There's a time for callous braggadocio and a time for sensitivity. To the Norwegians, that time is never. Vivian Charles
: I suppose it's a holdover from their Viking ancestry. It would be difficult to rape and pillage with the subtlety of a humanist.
: Someone has made you the happy recipients of a pie from The Pie Hole. As in "shut your." Or, in this case, "open your," because it's really good! Vivian Charles
] Pie Hole... I like it, it's provocative.
: Pies for breakfast always remind me of mother. Lily Charles
: Vermouth always reminds me of mother.
: The news of your engagement has restored in me a faith that true love exists for people who deserve it. Olive Snook
: That's so depressing...
: Uh, and what type of duty are you in again? Clergy? Tax services? Lily Charles
: Dwight collects and appraises antiques, which I learned right after he told me he's dating my sister. Vivian Charles
: Lily is naturally suspicious of new liaisons, but I felt compelled to come clean about our relationship. Sneaking around is for politicians in bathroom stalls. Dwight Dixon
: Not for a brisk and bucolic autumn-come-winter afternoon on the park.
: Charlotte was a nice girl. Lily
: With the exception of puberty Vivian
: Which was unfortunately when Lily was going through a "change of life". Lily
: Impolite to discuss a person's menopause in mixed company. Vivian
: It nearly killed me. Lily
: Horrible, the way Charlotte died - on a cruise. Last days spent surrounded by middle-aged overweight women who wear sweatshirts with things sewn to them. Vivian
: Usually kittens made of felt. Lily
: The food is perfectly atrocious - unless she enjoyed vomiting and diarrhea. I can't imagine she had a good last meal. Emerson Cod
: Good last meal can go a long way. Our penal system makes a point of it.
: We small-boned persons are vulnerable to exoduses of the mass and panicked variety.
: ...and you certainly took your time to come calling. Charles has been dead for twenty years. Dwight Dixon
: I've been in prison for twenty-two. Vivian Charles
: Emotional or federal? Dwight Dixon
: I'm gonna say yes to both.
: No, no. Five fingers. Five toes. Us Snooks are boring that way. I had a cousin with a third nipple. He'd let you see it for a dollar. Vivian Charles
: How fascinating. Lily Charles
: And a bargain, too.
: Elsa? Elsita
: I'm Elsita. Jackson? Lefty Lem
: I'm Lem. Elsita
: Elsa was my mama. Lefty Lem
: Jackson was my prison bunkmate. Vivian Charles
: Is "bunkmate" a euphemism for - Lefty Lem
: Not in this case, ma'am.