K & M, sisters, watching construction workers.

K: "Look--stringent blue."

M: "No, no. Adverbial blue."

K: "Almost. But I think it's just the lighting. He meant to make it stringent blue."

M: "An inferior brand of paint for sure."

K: "I like the way he descends into pure delusion at the bottom."

M: "Are you his delusion?"

K: "No, yours."

M: "When was the last time you painted?"

K: "I painted my boyfriend last week, with three layers."

M: "You used a hairy brush."

K: "Yes. But I'd forgotten to wash it off between layers. He ended up looking sloppy, so I dumped him."

M: "A shame. You were a fine delusion to him."

K: "And whose delusion are you?"

M: "Daddy's, now."

K: "Not for long, I hope!"

M: "I found Daddy's soul yesterday though."

K: "What's it like?"

M: "Lycra."

K: "Hide it in the toilet tank. He'll never find it there."

M: "Give me your right hand."

K: "I gave it to you yesterday."

M: "You took it back when I was sleeping."

K: "You are very observant. Here."

M: "That's your left hand."

K: "No, it's my right hand. I'm my mirror-image today."

M: "Well, then, give me your left hand."

K: "Here. Which knife are you using?"

M: "An awl, today."

K: "Oh dear. Ouch!"

M: "Hang on, I haven't gotten the feather all the way through yet."

K: "That's very attractive."

M: "I'm going to wear it on my head. Now don't steal it back until tomorrow."

K: "I give my solemn word."