“Someone told me that gazing at the clouds doesn’t count as a manuscript, dear”
“Godfrey? Are you back now?” Elizabeth raised a contemptuous eyebrow.
“Well, I figured you needed some help… Oh, bugger, I guess the truth is that Mars gets boring rather quickly. I should have taken my chances with France instead.”
“Go figure.” She raised painfully from the couch “Evelyn would call me an evil Yankee-bashing witch to say I’m not surprised, but the hell with her, she always, hem mars everything. Now be a dear, fetch me a hot cup of vegemite, and tell me all about it.”