"I'm...we're doin' fine. Margene, I will kill you if you drop that melon on my floor. Sorry, sugar. Trifflin' bitch seems to think I look like an over-ripe casaba." She walked out of the kitchen so she'd stop holding two conversations at once.
"We're fine, be nice if I could have this critter tomorrow though. Ten months ain't never seemed so long." It wasn't really a complaint, she was smiling as she spoke. "How are you doin' though, Rory? Pretty big deal goin' on for you there."
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Date: 2009-04-29 05:37 am (UTC)"We're fine, be nice if I could have this critter tomorrow though. Ten months ain't never seemed so long." It wasn't really a complaint, she was smiling as she spoke. "How are you doin' though, Rory? Pretty big deal goin' on for you there."