“Hmmmm hmm hmmm hmhmmm hmmm hmmmm,” Thalia hummed.
“Isn’t that a song from church?” asked Calliope (the muse of many questions).
“Uh…huh,” Thalia replied.
“Why are you speaking in Hs, Us, and Ms this morning?” asked Calliope.
“D,d,d…dunno,” giggled Thalia, “…there’s a D for you.”
“We haven’t been to church in…well…I can’t remember how long it’s been,” Urania said, wiping crumbs from her cookie duster.
“Cookie duster? Where’d that come from?” Calliope asked.
“Hmmmm….hmmm…hmmm…mmm…dunnn….nuhhh…cookie duster my darling my dear. Ugh! The whole song won’t come…is there a list of body parts?…a childhood ditty…hold on…heading to YouTube….,” said Thalia, who was back to using the entire English alphabet. “Ummmm, no help to be found there.”
“Whatever,” said Urania. “Why church music?”
“D,d,d…dunno,” Thalia said, looking to the ceiling for answers.
“Probably all of those Oh! God clips she watched last week,” said Uranina.
“Now that…George, John, the script…that was creative, wasn’t it?” asked Calliope.
“I love that clip…especially the bit starting at about minute 3:20… ‘everything around them that they can see and hear and smell and feel, they should delight in all this. That what is here is some of my very best ideas. And I want everyone to try very hard to make sure it doesn’t all go down the drain…,’”
“He didn’t say taste?” asked Calliope.
“Nobody is perfect…hmmmmmmm, hmmm, hmmmm,” hummed Thalia.
“What’s for breakfast?” Calliope asked.
For breakfast? I’m thinking stewed prunes! Calliope seems a little full of herself...