Page 32 - Lulu and Bob in Verbo City
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Indeed, Lulu had looked intently at her uncle’s P-popping phrase.
Her conclusion was not treachery but speed-reading, a known
Bunster skill. It stiffened her resolve: he was getting wild, a sign of
desperation. All she had to do was keep her eyes on the card and not
set her mouthparts at cross-purposes.
“Right lane, light load; light rain, right road. Right lane, light load;
light rain, right road. Right lane, light load; light rain, right road.”
Bunster didn’t let dismay at the dismal denouement of his
deception derail him. Perhaps he should reverse his tactics. He let
himself look a little worried and his hand shake slightly as he reached
for his next Lollapalooza.
“She shreds spreadsheets on the shed seats.” is voice went up an
octave, as if in distress. But this was an easy one; it had a familiar
ring to it. “She shreds spreadsheets on the shed seats. She shreds
spreadsheets on the shed seats.”
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