“Ellery, the service here is lousy.”
“I know, Scarlett. I swear I ordered my margarita at least half an hour ago. I’ve been chewing on these fingers for ages.”
“No one takes us seriously. What a racket.”
“And what does Ketch do about it? He sleeps. So typical.”
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I love pretending that babies can talk to each other. Or secretly plot against us.
Perhaps I should lay off the margaritas.