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Cousins Talking (Talking on the Telephone)

“That’s not a very nice thing to say,” said Suelyne in a fussy manner she had that Brenda did not like to hear.

“Stop being so fussy, wouldja?” barked Brenda. “God knows how you ever landed yourself any kind of man at all, let alone a wealthy optomitrist, as fussy as you are. Don’t you have to sit still for an optomitrist? What kind of doctor is that, anyway? Braces and stuff—you know, to straighten out the teeth?”

“Brenda, Marissa threw a brick through my window, with an invitation to play on it. Do you think that is usual?”

She paused.

“Because I think it’s unusual.”

“I guess it’s unusual,” said Brenda, limply. “I guess I never really thought about it before. Can you ask me again later?”

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