“And bring your young man! But Dolly,” (that’s the dog), “says, forget the cats. No, no, no, no pussies allowed.” This was followed by both of them giggling and tittering.
“But Duncan has his own business here,” I protested, though my heart sped up.
“He’ll have his own business(ha ha) wherever he goes.” That was Joseph. Then John shouted again, “Go get him! Teach him what you know! You young kids these days, no sense at all! Now in my day, we’d have been playing hide the sausage…say, have you even boned him yet at all? Or is he going to do the deed?”
Joseph, “John! For crying out loud!”
John, “You gotta taste the milk before you buy the cow, Joseph. Remember when we…” but his voice suddenly became small and tinny and I knew that Joseph was muting the speakerphone.