B, late one evening: “I am having difficulty sleeping.” (Yes, she really talks this way.)
Related adult: “Why?”
B: “I sleeped yesterday.” (She talks this way, too.)
Monday, friends watched the Memorial Day parade from our front yard. B and Dolly decided to dress alike. I have no idea who that fat old out-of-uniform guy is.
Whoever he may be, sweet B flipped for his company.
He, of course, flipped for hers long ago.
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