It's a bit late to call Minnie.
But Margaret calls her anyway.
Margaret? says Minnie. What's the matter?
Nothing's the matter, says Margaret.
Then why are you calling so late, and what's all that fracas?
Fracas? says Margaret. I'm in the artists' bar at the Fringe.
I don't believe you, says Minnie.
I've been helping out with a production of Candide, says Margaret.
Isn't that a musical? asks Minnie. You hate musicals.
This wasn't a musical version, says Margaret, it was an excerpt. And I lent them our geological society umbrellas and handed out seeds.
That doesn't sound like the Candide I remember, says Minnie.
You are behind the times, says Margaret. But that's not what I rang for.
Good, says Minnie. What then?
I'm planning on coming for a visit, and bringing a gentleman friend, says Margaret.
A gentleman friend? says Minnie. Who is it?
It's Gaius, says Margaret. I may have mentioned him, a few years ago.
The natural historian? says Minnie.
That's him, says Margaret. What do you say?
Good for you, says Minnie. Better late than never. What shall I give him for breakfast?
I don't think he's fussy, says Margaret.
Yes but .... says Minnie.
I'll ask him, and let you know, says Margaret. Oh, and would you mind if I also brought a young lad called Terence?
That's me! shouts Terence.
How young is this lad? asks Minnie.
Not as young as he looks, says Margaret. And he won't be any trouble.
Was that his voice I heard? asks Minnie.
Yes, says Margaret.
Let me speak to him, says Minnie.
All right, says Margaret.
She hands Terence the phone.
Don't blow it, says Margaret.
Which is not an expression he knows