Two Conversations.

Conversation 1.

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(Scene is set; Kidderminster Choral Society are gathering for their final pre-concert rehearsal. Sat at the very back on the uppermost row are a few of the second sopranos, among them are Alice and Jane. Jane is married to man name Kes, and has been describing in a low voice the difficulty she has been having with him and his teeth...)

JANE: (whispering despairingly) ...and that was that. He's dead against it now. Stupid man. He's in pain, one of his last real teeth is half fallen out and he won't go to a dentist. I mean, how ridiculous. Whatever shall I do with him? I can't stomach many more evening meals of bland soup because he won't eat anything else.
ALICE: (thoughtfully) it's a poser.
JANE: (hopefully) any ideas?
ALICE: (mischievously) we-ell, this is a bit naughty but if, as they saying goes, there are two ways to a man's stomach - the first being through his stomach and the second being something one doesn't discuss in polite company (cue slight giggles from both) - then the only thing that I can suggest is to withold both of them until he submits and goes to the dentist out of sheer desperation.
JANE: (resolute) absolutely not. I would go utterly insane if deprived of one of those for longer than a day.
ALICE: (grinning) to save you embarrassment, I shan't ask you to elaborate on which one.

(Scene ends; with both Alice and Jane trying to stifle laughter as the conductor bids the choir to rise.)

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Conversation 2.

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(Scene is set; Alice turns on her computer and finds to her surprise that it was already on, merely locked. Looking up as Mother enters, the following conversation ensues...)

ALICE: (curious but non-combative) mum, have you been using my comput...?
MOTHER: (interrupting in a loud and aggressive manner) no! I haven't touched it! I haven't even looked at it! I haven't touched it, I haven't!
ALICE: (bemused) ...OK, I was just wondering, that's all.
MOTHER: ...right... (dropping down into the chair in a flustered huff after a long pause) ...well I haven't. Not a bit.
ALICE: (slightly amused) feeling a little defensive, are we?
MOTHER: (sheepish) ...just a little, perhaps...

(Scene ends; with the two women smilingly ruefully at one another as they dwell on the exact reasoning behind Mother being wary of touching the computer without supervision in the first place.)

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Alice x