"Cheers Jane."
Stuffy old man, "Keep the calm," she gave a little wave. "He'll be fine with the gin and cranberry juice," she wiped her hands on her butt and put them together like the church and steeple. "How are the apes?"
"They call it," voice lowered, heads magnetized to the news. "The women's room." Just breathing and blank looks not looking abandoned, but like midwives feeling for kicks. "One seems to have a cold."
"Sniffling?"
"Maybe just misses you Dr. Goodall." A surprised look. "How ON EARTH could you have known that?" The flask of cherried liqour was passed around slowly then savoring five minutes peace.
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