“Men are indeed strange,” Rita consoled Elma. They were having their tea outdoors, though today’s chance of showers might drive them indoors. Elma had just finished the story of Elmo’s jealous rage over Primo. “I mean,”Elma said, “I’ve known about his thing with you for ages, but a woman knows when to be quiet and look the other way.”
“True. Well, tomorrow will be partly cloudy and in the 70s,”Rita said. “We could — hey, what’s he looking at?”Rita glared at a passing stranger.
“Never mind. He’s probably never seen good friends hold hands before.”