Joyce's boyfriend was out back on the roof, sunning himself
and reading a series of self-help books aimed at improving
his self-esteem and his inter-personal skills. His dog, Frankie,
was nearby, rooting through a garbage pail for scraps.

“Olaf, I’m leaving you." “No, you’re not.
You’re just upset
about something.”

“What's gotten into you today?

“Things are good between us,
Audrey. Pretty soon you'll
calm down and everything
will be fine again.

“Go out and buy
yourself a dress."

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