the way we all sabotage
our very own peace of mind.
Phoebe: I always thought it would be lovely to get married in the spring, just as the petunias start to bloom.
Colleen: Sorry, Phoebe, what?
Phoebe: I always wanted to marry in the spring, just as the petunias bloom.
Colleen: Just when the what?
Phoebe: Oh dear, is she hard of hearing?
Colleen: No, no, no. I can hear you. I just wanted to make sure you could hear you.