I don’t often go out and be social on my own. More often now, ‘course, tryin’ to give the clone his space and sorta try this being a single number ‘stead of a double. S’pose I gotta get used to it if things continue the way I think they will with Astair. We never discuss what’d happen, if she’d move in or he’d move out, but whatever the future…

I take a deep breath and grab up the coffee pot. I need company. Just can’t be a me. So I figure I’ll take Coffee to visit it’s pal. Poor bloke’s probably bein’ a mope, too. Hope a nice little cuppa with Coffee’ll cheer ‘im up.

Coffee sorta glorps to a stop against the side of the pot and I shake it with a sigh. “Come on, eh? Gonna see your mate. Your coffee mate. Heh.”

( Cheer-up coffee )

It has been far too long! Far too long, I tell you, and something must be done!

I put down my pipe (bubbles!) and book (a rather high-brow *snort* biography of Groucho Marx) and slip out of my smoking jacket. Then I think better of it and slip back into the smoking jacket. Have to look our best, eh?

I climb up the stairs to our bedrooms and pause a mo, takin’ a listen. Fred’s snorin’ like a chainsaw (I know he does it just for me) and I don’t wanna wake ‘im. That’s why…anyway! Off to go bother the Babs!

( Babs at Eleven )