Page 35 of Just a Plot Twist
Benson:I did and it didn’t work.
Claire:You didn’t give it time to marinate.
Benson:Cinnamon is very quickly running out of time.
Claire:Are you going to cancel her if she can’t get it together soon?
Benson:Maybe. Or I could ship her off to live with my kids.
Claire:How is Miss Cinnamon doing?
Benson:Have I mentioned that she’s an aging English Bulldog and a royal pain? She slobbers everywhere and is diabetic.
Claire:I’m dying over the fact that you have an English Bulldog. I love, love, love English Bulldogs.
Benson:“Have” is a loose term. My kids are going to be sad when she’s no longer here.
Claire:Benson! Is she expected to pass soon??
Benson:NO LONGER HERE AS IN BACK WITH MY LANDLADY.
Claire:Well, thank goodness!
Benson:So, you ready for your grandparents’ thing on Saturday night?
Claire:No. We have swan handler issues and catering issues. It’s crazy town around here. Did you know that the bakery is sending over four people to transport the cake? That’s how monstrously huge it is.
Benson:Anything I can do to help?
Claire:Next time you run into me, make sure I’m not slumped over in a corner crying my eyes out.
Benson:And what if you are? Are you the kind of person who likes tissues and a listening ear or should I build a fire so we can burn effigies of the swan handler?
Claire:As long as you come packing heat, it’ll be fine.
Claire:Kidding!
Claire:Benson? Hello? Did I scare you away?
Claire:Ohgreat. I actually did scare you away.
Benson:I wasn’t on my phone. Someone has to administer medication to a dog with diabetes, and that someone somehow is now me.
Claire:You adore that dog, I know it.
Benson: …
Claire:See? You didn’t deny it.
Benson:I’m going to call my kids now, so I better go. Talk later?
Claire:You so love that dog.
Benson: …
Benson:Good luck on Saturday! The Extravaganza is going to be epic.
Benson:I do have to say that typing out “Extravaganza” is a pain. Can we call it a Gala?
