it’s just the two of us now. What more is there to say? Besides, there are dishes to do, chairs and tables to dust and rearrange. Oh but this you say, this is what you’ve been waiting for? You’re hopeless. Didn’t you see Sherry? Those pants! Way too tight, gripped her body like a banana peel. And Tom, oh Tom, his starving eyes, grazing over her like a wolf. They’d be a mess together. Really? What a warped notion of beauty you have. It’s not that funny that I notice these things. And look—you missed a spot. Yes, here. Open your eyes. And about Sherry and Tom—I’d never tell them what I said, of course. It’s all hypothetical, dear. When does love enter the picture? Don’t get so sentimental. It always finds a way, dear, it always does.