Winter Weight
a due South drabble
by Ophelia Coelridge

"How d'you do it?" Irritable grumble.

"Do what, Ray?"

"Look at you. It's pushing ninety degrees--"

"Thirty degrees Celcius."

"--stop that--without the humidity, and you look like you've been starched. Admit it. You're sweating."

Infuriatingly logical. "Well, perspiration is a natural--"

"Frase, Dief tried to climb into my fridge. Admit it."

"Admit what?"

"The uniform. It's hot."

"Why Ray, I had no idea--"

"I meant too warm." Guilty flush.

"As a matter of fact--"

"Admit it."

"What?"

"Admit it."

"What?"

"Admit it!"

"Fine! ... It's hot. And it itches. Are you satisfied?"

Smugly. "Yes."

END

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