Refusing the Duster
I have a duster Mrs. A. said. I will bring it to you.
I was thinking feather duster, so I said I did not want it.
She said “It is really pretty. It has flowers on it.”
I thought she meant flowers painted on the feathers of it.
“I had one,” I told her. “My dog ate it.”
She kept persisting, but I turned her down.
Politely at first, then rather abruptly.
Three days later another friend was wearing a lovely floral jacket.
It was sheer, and it was super gorgeous.
Where did you get that? I asked her. It is marvelous.
“Mrs. A . gave it to me," she said. “I love this duster!”
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