We had so little time to really get to know each other. So whenever we partied, we wound up “talking shop” – or “Bodoni-Bodoni,” as CeCe aptly called it. Our spouses seldom understood our fascination with the latest political intrigue or office maneuvering. They usually failed to understand that this was the only opportunity we had to compare our all-compelling notes. “Oh, but we teachers do the same thing we when get together,” Fuzzy’s wife said. “We nurses do the same thing whenever we get together,” Catfish’s live-in girlfriend said. So maybe it wasn’t all that extreme. Impassioned was another matter.
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