@ the master balcony, we drink our absolute tonics like two old ladies while sun burns our pale faces. Talk about granny, how she used to take us to Malibu Lagoon and let us eat as many Milky Ways as we wanted.
“What have you been doing Black, since I left?” I ask her. She sits quiet for a moment, then gulps her drink down and bursts out:
“Can't we do something FUN? Fashion alcoholism feels SO yesterday” looks me straight in the eyes and continues like she just discovered the cure for cancer. “Let's open a 7-Eleven!”
(Investigation of the giraffe turned out to pay off - now we have our secret ingredient to make this business a success.)