She paused the recording of Die Zauberflöte.
“Oh Monica, that's my inspiration. I've got a marvellous idea.”
“People think I'm you, Olivia.”
“Oh. Why?”
“Well, dyeing your hair auburn doesn't really alter your looks, especially in black and white photos.”
“But you always wear glasses – I wear contacts.”
“Who knows that?”
“Right. Well, Rev'd Monica, you shouldn't have criticized my writing.”
“I hate to see women objectified.”
Olivia snorted.
“I guess “hypocrite” is the word of the day?”
Monica laughed.
“Yep. Some elders are coming over now to meet you.”
“Oh Monica, that's my inspiration. I've got a marvellous idea.”
“People think I'm you, Olivia.”
“Oh. Why?”
“Well, dyeing your hair auburn doesn't really alter your looks, especially in black and white photos.”
“But you always wear glasses – I wear contacts.”
“Who knows that?”
“Right. Well, Rev'd Monica, you shouldn't have criticized my writing.”
“I hate to see women objectified.”
Olivia snorted.
“I guess “hypocrite” is the word of the day?”
Monica laughed.
“Yep. Some elders are coming over now to meet you.”
