DONALD: Come to my G-7 summit.
ANGELA: No.
DONALD: Why not?
ANGELA: You won’t wear a mask.
DONALD: I will. I will wear a mask.
ANGELA: No, you won’t.
DONALD: I will.
ANGELA: No, you won’t.
DONALD: I will. I will wear a mask. Why don’t you believe me?
ANGELA: You lie all the time.
DONALD: No, I don’t.
ANGELA: You lie sixteen times a day.
DONALD: No, I don’t.
ANGELA: Seventeen.
DONALD: No, I don’t.
ANGELA: Eighteen.
DONALD: No, I don’t.
ANGELA: Nineteen. Bye. (Sound of phone handset being placed firmly into cradle.)
DONALD: (Utters incoherent puerile expletives as dial tone grows louder and louder. Sound of phone crashing against wall.)
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Kathryn Ann Hill’s six books of poetry are briefly described at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/kah1952