“Still Want Me to Frisk Him?”
rotate your thumbs- we turned it on
- “By Europeans, yes.”
- one of my favorite activities abroad
- futile attempt to dislodge me
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“Still want me to frisk him?” Tessa asked.
“Yes,” I said with a half-hearted lisp. “And be sure to rotate your thumbs into every conceivable crevice. This one’s wily.”
John sighed. “Can I at least come in out of the snow?”
“There’s hardly room for the two of us, let alone three!”
“This reminds me,” John said, “of that time in Dusseldorf. Do you remember, Tessa? We were having trouble squeezing everyone into the phone booth until we turned it on its side. Such ingenuity!”
“Ingenuity.” Tessa nodded. “By Europeans, yes.” I could tell that she was not the Tessa who had participated in this caper with John. “Cramming people into phone booths is one of my favorite activities abroad.”
“I realize this isn’t a phone booth,” John said. “But the same principle applies. Scoot over,” he said, shoving me in a futile attempt to dislodge me from my position beside the oil lamp.
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