“He's a guest, and you aren't. Now
move it Mister. Chop, chop, chop,” she 
pantomimed, and then started mopping   
the floor.                             
     I started pulling everything out  
of the vegetable crisper. “This is why 
I don't throw parties,” I said as I    
began to chop, chop, chop. “How many   
people are we making stuff for? This   
seems like an excessive amount,” but   
she just pantomimed that I keep chop,  
chop, chopping.                        
     “Too much is better than not      
enough,” she said and kept mopping.    
“Besides, we can always make soup.”    
     “Did you learn anything new at the
Law Library?” I asked while chop, chop,
chopping.                              
     “A lot more cat stories, but none 
of them could talk,” she said and tried
* to run my shoes over with the mop.       
     “You could just ask me to move,   
you know?”                             
     “This is more fun,” she said and  
ran them over again.                   
     “What’s this about the Law        
Library,” Darryl asked.                
     Beth explained what she’d found,  
while I kept chop, chop, chopping.     
     After an hour, I finally finished.
Truth be told, it was only ten minutes,
but it felt like an hour.              
     That’s when Beth brought out her  
special dip.                           
     It was to die for, just like her  
special sauce, and my mouth watered    
just seeing it. I reached for a dip,   
but she slapped my hand just as I was  
grabbing a nice piece of broccoli.     
     “Not yet,” she said, scolding me  
with her eyes. She also had a crooked  
little smile just twitching at the edge
of her lips.                           



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