“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.
“Thank ya!”
“Attempt better nex’ time, mm?”
“You’ve yet to give me a reason why I should ever bother to entertain this offer again.”
“For one? A chance ta talk wi’ my husban’.”

“And does he actually accept dinner meeting invitations? Because I’m not doing this song and dance again.”



