GRAMMY: There goes another one.
ME: I think that makes seventeen. Too bad Julius fell asleep.
GRAMMY: Well, he got to see some of them. How’d you know there were going to be meteor showers tonight, anyway?
ME: Alfie told me.
GRAMMY: Figures.
ME: Why does it ‘figure?’
GRAMMY: Just seems a fella like him would know about stuff like this. Look. There goes another one.
ME: You know, Grammy, he really is a nice guy. I mean, I’ll agree he is a bit weird. But it’s weird in a good way.
GRAMMY: Well, I suppose I shouldn’t complain. At least he’s not Jules. So. You gonna kiss and tell?
ME: Grammy!
GRAMMY: Come on, Barbara. You were gone three damn days. Something good had to be happening.
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