“Oh, Mr Green, we do so love your books, don’t we Mary?” Mary nodded her head, energetically, gray curls bobbing against her chin. “And we were absolutely devastated to hear about your..” Jane’s voice dropped to an anguished whisper “… unfortunate circumstances. Weren’t we Mary?”
“So devastated.” Mary echoed, her voice catching on the last syllable. John stared at the appalling couple. Jane was dabbing her mascaraed eyelashes into a stickily dark smudge, and Mary was noisily blowing her reddened nose. After being uncomfortably pressed to their voluminous bosoms, and patted on the back, John watched the bathetic pair waddle off down the sidewalk.
Whimsy 