Caryl Kellogg: What's with the balloons? It's not one of my kids' birthday, is it?
Barb Ballantine: No, time to roll out the cul-de-sac welcome wagon! We have new neighbors moving into the old Wagner house.
Marilyn Larson: Oh, man, the Wagners! Now that was a great divorce.
Caryl Kellogg: You knew the end was near when he and his secretary started taking Lamaze classes together.
Marilyn Larson: Well, his wife was no angel herself. Remember every Friday the pool man would come over exactly at 3:00?
Caryl Kellogg: That's right! In those tight, tight shorts on that even tighter butt? Whatever happened to him?
Marilyn Larson: He hurt his back giving her horsey rides in the deep end.
Marilyn Larson: See, you're lucky. Your kitchen window faces north. Me, all I ever get to see is old man Kelly hiding whiskey bottles in his koi pond.
Barb Ballantine: Ladies, ladies, must you diminish yourselves with idle gossip?
Marilyn Larson: Sure!
Caryl Kellogg: It's fun.
Barb Ballantine: It's an invasion of privacy. And so often the facts are wrong. For instance, Mr. Kelly isn't hiding whiskey bottles, it's vodka. And they're not koi, they're goldfish. It's a common mistake. And as for the Wagners, he wasn't having an affair with his secretary, it was his receptionist. And as far as Mrs. Wagner and the pool man, yes, she was doing him.
