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All that glitters, is sweat socks

Two sisters sit on lawn chairs sipping tea on Memorial Day. The radio is playing.

Leslie: That’s a pretty necklace you’re wearing, sis.
June: Thanks, it was a present from my second husband.
Leslie: You know, sis, you have more pieces of jewelry than I have pairs of socks.
June: That’s easy, you’re an elementary school teacher and you wear tennis shoes everyday.
L: I’m just practical. Socks are more sensible than jewelry.
J: I beg to differ. If the world were to fall into chaos, I could barter for a whole lot of socks . . . and hooch.
L: And I could run a lot faster from it in my tennis shoes. Besides, your second marriage was the real state of chaos.
J: That is quite true. Jewelry lasts longer, though.
L: Than my socks, or your second marriage?
J: Yes. pause Seriously, it’s nice to have something beautiful that brings back memories.
L: Music on the radio does that, and it’s free.
Radio goes silent.
J: Batteries are not.
L: Put a sock in it, June.
J: laughs For the right price.

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