Stella here.
No grass growin' under their feet! Molly phoned me up... she'n Webb're goin' out f'r coffee t'morra. Roads're clear, so there's no danger o' him havin' t' work plowin'.
She says she feels like she's 16 all over again.
Imagine! Gettin' all worked up over goin' out f'r a cup o' coffee.
Other fella got back home OK. She said he emailed her an' said he was glad they got t' visit but his business is pretty busy right now an' she should ex-cuse him if he don't write "f'r a while". Mebbe he read th' writin' on th' wall - so t' speak. Molly was nice t' him, but there weren't no sparks flyin'.
Sounds like a brush-off t' me, but Molly, she don't seem t' give a hoot. She's phoned me twice t' ask what I think she oughta wear when she an' Webb go out t'morra.
F'r goodness sakes, they're only goin' over t' the Bait Barrell!
I asked Harvey when he was gonna take ME out on a date? He didn't say nothin'... just looked at me over th' top o' his glasses an' snorted.
Maybe I oughta get somethin' "allurin' " from Avon an' dose up good. (Just kiddin'.)
Molly'n me ain't been off on a "toot" t'gether in some time. Things is kinda froze up around here an' there ain't as much fun in sightseein' in th' wintertime. We often go f'r a drive on Wed. when th' weather's good, but she's got an appointment t' get her hair frizzled over t' Bessie's Trim 'n Tint "Saloon" (as Harvey calls it) this afternoon. So I guess th' toot'll just have t' wait.
I'll send ya th' next in-stallment when I hear how th' "date" went.
Love,
Stella
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