Brooke:Can't see why I would…
Annette:I wasn't sure whether it's something new you're doing, like goat yoga.
Brooke:I'm not doing goat yoga. That sounds horrible. I don't want a goat in my face while I'm in downward dog, thank you.
Annette:But middle of the night dog walking? That's an option?
Brooke:Probably not.
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Brooke:You know what's hard?
Annette:It feels like you're walking me into a dick joke.
Brooke:Ha. I wouldn't have this issue if I had some good dick available.
Annette:Go back to the Galley. That worked out well the last time.
Brooke:You don't fish in the same pond twice. It's a well-known proverb.
Annette:You just made that up.
Brooke:Maybe but I'm having real problems.
Annette:All right. Tell me what's hard.
Brooke:Trying to have some alone time with my new vibrator when Dad is taking a bath across the hall and having a loud conversation with his health aide about the town council being a pack of fools.
Annette:Yeah, that's rough.
Brooke:I'm almost certain he's referencing a council from the 1970s, but he's talking like it's today and it's messing with my orgasm.
Annette:Wait. Is the problem that you can hear him while you're visiting your amusement park or is it that he's talking like it's the 1970s?
Brooke:Honestly, a bit of both.
Annette:I'm sure you could leave the house, go to the Galley, meet someone, and fix that situation.
Brooke:Nah. I don't feel like putting pants on.
Annette:Also valid, but try some noise-canceling headphones.
Brooke:I've tried those and discovered dead silence is not an improvement over rants about lousy small town politicians.
Annette:Then put your damn pants on!
Brooke:You know what's funny? The idea of putting pants on in order to find someone to take them off.
Annette:You're stalling. Do not make me come to your house and dress you myself. I will. I'll also drag you down the street and force you to flirt with people at the Galley.
Brooke:omfg Annette, when did you get so militant?
Annette:Everything I know, I've learned from you.
Chapter Sixteen
JJ
