You are the only one who calls at nine in the morning on a Sunday. Charlie never calls me so early. She is happy and playful. I feel ashamed I do not like her more. She is always nice to me.
Belle is simple-minded, almost stupid.
She loves her husband, my husband's twin. Charlie is a little shorter, softer and less mean than Bernard. Otherwise they are two of a kind. They sit in my kitchen and plot while their cigar smoke twines in the air. I hate them both.