"So, Sarah", say I, "This has to be the best cocoa I have ever tasted. What is your secret?"
"Sarah love", quips Carl.
"Flatterer", she says, not knowing whether or not to let herself just smile and get over it.
Carol and Melissa both appear in the doorway. Sarah reaches for a cocoa pot and says, "Those two empty cups are for you." They join us at the table.
"Pies all made?" says Carl to his sister.
"They're in the oven."
"Ooh! This cocoa is exquisite!" squeals Carol, in imitation of an upper class British schoolgirl.
"Why, Carol", says Carl, "The way you just said that, you sounded just like one of the schoolgirls from the film, The Belles of St. Trinian's."
"Whatever is that?" says Sarah, as though not being really sure about where this conversation might go.
"Yet another Alistair Sims movie", says Carl.
"He played Scrooge in a Christmas Carol, right?" says Glen.
"And he did delightful drag", says Carol. "Wait a minute, you don't mean to insinuate that I am like Alistair Sim impersonating a female."
"He played Scrooge in drag?" says Sarah, her eyes widening.
"He played an English schoolmistress, in drag", Carl says. "Different movies, both from the fifties. "No, Carol, I mean, you sounded like the naughty little schoolgirl who was organizing the whole gambling racket in the movie."
"Oh, you mean that sultry little vixen puffing languorously on a cigarette while reclining on top of a desk."
"Sounds like quite the flick", Sarah says.
"So, Sarah", says Carl, "Christopher was asking about your secret for making such luscious cocoa..."
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