I don’t understand why he interrupted me.
He had a coin in his hand, which he tried to show to me.
I snapped at him, can’t you see I’m on the phone?
Can’t you be quiet? I wish you were like your sisters, Dianne and Nicole.
From that coin, a flash of light, now before me stood Dianne and Nicole,
and double again as my daughters came from the other room.
Of my son Tim nothing can be found, than I swooned.
When she paused, I chanced to ask, dear lady are you are telling me that Tim...
Yes dear father, I’ve Nicole and Dianne’d, poor Tim.