Lill: I’ve spent $300 at the drugstore in hopes that the bottle of Echinacea, chewable Vitamin C tablets, three boxes of Cold FX, a gallon tub of hand sanitizer I intend on bathing in, and something called ‘lemon zinger’ tea will prevent the inevitable.
Jill: Fighting a cold are we?
Lill: It is the eve before battle Jillian.
Jill: Should I batten down the sofa and prepare the PVR?
Lill: Good plan.
Jill: So what has prompted this strategic offensive?
Lill: I shared a subway train with a troupe of third graders this morning – two of them had noticeably runny noses.
Jill: I see – and as your constitution is that of a fruit fly you are making ready for immune systemic warfare – makes perfect sense.
Lill: *Claps hands* Right, I’m off to quarantine myself in my room with a jar of honey and box of acetaminophen – see you in a few days.
Jill: *Lip trembling* You will write to me won’t you.
Jill: *Sigh* I’ll slip a hot-water bottle under your door in the evenings.
Lill: I’d be most grateful.
Jill: *Sniff* Well, we all need to do our bit.
Lill: *Fist pump* Victory and phlegm-free living at all costs!
Jill: I shall pray for you Lillian.
Lill: Please do – all I have to carry me onward are the prayers of others.
Jill: I imagine this could be potentially traumatic.
Lill: No doubt.
Jill: Life-threatening even.
Lill: I cannot lie, there might be casualties.
Jill: *Raises eyebrow* One can certainly hope.