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one of the scaly green vegetables so it wobbled. ‘The worst part was I had to go around on my route afterwards, Pulpy. I had to ring people’s doorbells and say hello to everyone with this hair.’
    â€˜It does bounce a little differently.’
    â€˜What?’
    â€˜But that’s all. That’s nothing. What’s bouncing got to do with anything? Here, look at this –’ He reached into his pocket and handed her the receptionist’s hairdresser’s card.
    â€˜â€œArtistic Ladies”?’ She looked between him and the card. ‘What is this?’
    â€˜The receptionist goes to them. She has nice hair.’
    Midge handed the card back to him and turned on the tap, hard. ‘Thank you.’

    â€˜You’re welcome.’
    â€˜I’m making us artichokes.’ She held one under the water. ‘I thought we could have a quiet, relaxing night in tonight, just us and our artichokes.’
    â€˜Hmm,’ said Pulpy. ‘Well, Dan and Beatrice are coming over in a bit so I guess it won’t be just us.’
    â€˜What do you mean? For dinner?’
    â€˜No, only for a few drinks,’ he said quickly. ‘Just to talk.’
    Midge sliced the stems off the artichokes. ‘I don’t really feel like talking, with my hair like this. At least, not to anybody but you. I thought it was going to be you and me alone tonight. I thought we were going to be romantic.’
    â€˜I didn’t really know this was all going to happen. He sort of invited himself over.’
    â€˜So why didn’t you say no?’
    â€˜Midge, he’s my boss.’
    â€˜But this is our home,’ she said. ‘And I’m making artichokes.’
    â€˜That’s okay. You make your artichokes. I want you to make them.’
    â€˜They’re for
us.
Not just me.’
    The doorbell rang.
    â€˜I’ll get it,’ he said. ‘You keep doing what you’re doing.’
    â€˜Hello, hello, hello,’ said Dan when Pulpy let him and Beatrice in. He stepped forward and set a large plastic bag down by the coat tree.
    â€˜Hi, Dan. Hi, Beatrice,’ said Pulpy.
    â€˜Hello there, Midge!’ said Dan in a loud voice. ‘What are you doing so far away?’
    â€˜Hi, Dan. Hi, Beatrice.’ Midge nodded from over by the stove. ‘I’m making artichokes.’
    â€˜Mmm, artichokes!’ said Beatrice.
    â€˜I only have two,’ she said.
    â€˜I’m sorry,’ Pulpy said to his boss and his boss’s wife. ‘We haven’t eaten dinner yet.’

    â€˜That’s okay,’ said Dan. ‘Beatrice and I had some dip. What kind was it again, honey?’
    â€˜Greek,’ she said.
    â€˜That’s right, Greek. Delicious.’
    â€˜I think Pulpy got dip all over his
pants
!’ said Beatrice.
    Pulpy looked over at Midge. ‘It’s a stain from lunch,’ he said. ‘Please won’t you come in?’
    â€˜I think we will.’ Dan stepped onto the carpet runner. ‘Ho-ho! Rolling out the plastic carpet for the VIP s, eh?’
    â€˜It’s a runner,’ said Pulpy. ‘Because of the winter.’
    â€˜Take off your boots, Dan,’ said Beatrice.
    â€˜All right, all right.’ Dan took off his boots. ‘Aren’t you going to take off your shoes?’
    â€˜My shoes are part of my outfit.’ She flexed one of her feet in their sharp-looking high heels. ‘Pulpy doesn’t mind, do you, Pulpy?’
    â€˜No, that’s fine. Please make yourselves comfortable.’
    â€˜This couch of yours looks very nice indeed,’ said Dan, and sat down.
    â€˜It does.’ Beatrice sat down beside him. ‘This whole place is just so cute!’
    â€˜Cute indeed,’ said Dan, in Midge’s direction.
    â€˜Won’t you join us, Midge?’ said Beatrice.
    â€˜I have to cook.’
    â€˜Oh, that’s right. Well, you go right ahead. We’ll