On Saturday the Cranky Friend (multiflora rose pollen is his latest affliction) asked me whether a mutual Unionville acquaintance is still dating so-and-so.
"I don't know," I replied with some asperity. "It's really none of my business."
There was a stunned silence.
"Just . . . just let me groove on that a minute," he said haltingly. " `It's . . . none . . . of . . . my . . . business.' Coming from YOU! I . . . I just don't know what to say."
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