Josephine cleared her throat, carefully placing a hand over her mouth as she did so. She brought her hand down and leaned in closer to Wilma. “Perhaps we could wear our costumes and cause a scene at that new fancy restaurant?”
Christine giggled. “You mean the one that serves all those different kinds of pancakes?”
They both rolled about on the couch with laughter. Wilma clapped her hands together and stood up off her stool. “No, no, ladies. You’ll have to think bigger than that.”
The ant and the demon kept laughing, sinking deeper into the newly upholstered purple cushions.
Wilma sat between them and clapped so loudly it echoed through the house. Both Christine and Josephine sat up straight as if they had been struck with lightning.
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