Dorothy thinks that she has just killed an old high school friend during a strenuous game of tennis. Blanche tells Dorothy that she just has to accept what has happened, and tells a story to illustrate.
Blanche: I was a blossoming belle who had just won the Little Miss Magnolia pageant, and-
Dorothy: Blanche, before you start, realize that I am very vulnerable right now, and in no mood to hear a story about you and some yahoo cracker with four first names, pawing at each other under a magnolia tree!
Blanche: Well I'm sorry Dorothy, but we can;t all be from places as socially acceptable as Brooklyn.
Dorothy: I'm sorry, go on with the story. Just try to shy away from words like tarnation. And... catfish.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
.jpg)
No comments:
Post a Comment