Susan appears, coated in flour. "Who was that?"
"My...fiancee."
"What did my dumb brother do now? Yikes. Did Bob propose over the phone
again? I swear to
god, if you didn't love him, I'd kill his ass."
Improving madly, Stacy shook her head and affected a wry grin. "So what IS
his deal?"
Susan put a finger to her mouth.
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"I dunno, ever since he did all that rear echelon stuff in Iraq he's gotten all weird."
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"Your guess is as good as mind. Technically we've known him the same amount of time. I can't believe it's taken you two this long to get together."
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"Nicest Mafia soldier ever." Stacy gaped. Susan laughed. "Hah, Stacy, you goober. We both know this entire building is swept for bugs every day. The Don knows every brick..."
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"Ever since the schlub started working for the Merriville Memory Center, he's gotten more flighty."
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"Well, the docs say he's recovered fully from his amnesia ... but while you were gone we took him to his accident spot in Central Park...he didn't remember anything. The docs flipped."
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"Remember what the shrink said? Overnight billionaires get goofy. You just remember to take your X-R Prozac to destress...don't those pills smell like ass?"
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