She asked for ointment and our giggles ruined it, so we ended up at the luncheonette. Instead of water, I asked for tonic. She called me lurid and I didn't understand. She said it meant brilliant. We wrote a postcard, beginning with "Dear Lambs," ending with "Your Dam and Sire." One never knows what the day will bring, she said. I'm glad it brought you, I answered.
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