Almost. XXX A surprise holiday for one of these friends affords Marsha the opportunity to spend some time away from her husband and experience something new. He turned his back on her and skulked off to the kitchen. Oh you jammy cow! . . …Well, no, but I’m sure that won’t be a problem……No, I don’t think so……Golf! . . …” Marsha giggled and Alex thought he could hear Sally laughing too. IT’S SALLY!” Sally winced at the sudden shout, then listened again. “You can watch the sports too.” His voice had lowered. “Oh hiiiii Sally, it’s Alex!” he squealed in feign joy and surprise, “How are you?” Before Sally could even begin to respond, if indeed she was going to, if even, she was listening at all, Alex bellowed down the hall, the receiver barely removed from his mouth, “MARSHA!
