Cougar: Why don’t you call me, huh?
Indy: I’m sick. I have a stomach bug. [Note: Because Cougar used to be a nurse and is my sister, I gave her a much more detailed description of my physical state. I will spare you, dear readers.]
Cougar: I hardly ever get sick to my stomach.
Indy: Me neither. *pathetic whimper*
Cougar: In fact, the only times I remember throwing up was once in a truly disgusting gas station bathroom. But before that it was when I gave birth to Baby Cougar. Before that it was when I gave birth to CougarSon.
Indy: *Faint moan*
Cougar: Hey, do you think it’s because you turned in the book to the contest? That was like childbirth, right? Everyone barfs during childbirth. Congrats, Indy!
Indy: Thanks, sis.
The management is pleased to report that Indy Clause is back to her food-obsessed healthy self.
Indy didn’t even invent that dialogue. This is exactly what we said to one another. Exactly.
Reconstructing dialogue is one of my joys.