Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

“I feel really bad now,” Godfrey said to nobody in particular, although he hoped Finnley’s hearing was as good as usual, while she was busying herself dusting the booklice off bookshelves. With the humidity, there was an infestation, and Finnley was polishing her art of war against the invaders in novel ways each day.

“There’s really no need” she answered, or maybe she wasn’t, but Godfrey was glad for their parallel monologues.

“True, true, nobody has really forced anybody into a tooth synch…”

“How clogged is the sink is what to think about…” never-missing-a-bit-of-synch Finnley answered, taking her bag of booklice harvest to the kitchen.
Then, smiling wickedly while raising the bag to eye level “not as good as huhu bugs, but hey, it’ll make for a easier to chew medicine…”