Anyhow, I said I would explain the
Falutin sisters, so here goes. They are identical twins, both HDS students. One is an Episcopalian and the other is a Unitarian; I do not
understand how one clan can process offspring (especially genetically
equivalent offspring) in different denominations, but I can accept that, I
guess. Anyhow, the young ladies in question are of French origin, and the name
is pronounced fal-you-tan, and they
say that it was, originally, de Falutin. This is, of course, a completely
ineffectual attempt on their part to control our referring to the Episcopalian
as High Falutin and the Unitarian as Low Falutin. As if—we simply cannot help
ourselves. Nor can we help ourselves from being totally beguiled by these two
lovely ladies, who have taken over our collective life as only divinity
students can. They even have Unix the Cocker Nostrumutt eating out of their
hands (although we are training the three of them to use the dog-food bowl in
the future). We met High and Low about a month ago, and our fancies have been
engaged ever since. The attraction seems to be requited, except that neither of
them can figure out this whole Nostrum business. Non-forensicians, obviously.
When they want to go out and boogie, or at least do whatever is the divinical
equivalent of boogying, they don’t want to wait around while the Mite and I
come up with new plot lines for H.P. Buglaroni. So there is a little tension in
the old Nostrum homestead. If hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, try hell
with two women who look alike and study the Bible all day. Whew!
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