“Indy?”

“Yes, Mrs. Williams.”

“I’d like to speak with you, if you have a moment.”

“Is it about that photo of you, Mrs. Williams?”

“No, Indiana, it’s about those nasty lyrics to
‘Louie, Louie’ you put in the rabbit hole.”

“But I took those from your husband’s new book,
Mrs. Williams.”

“Indiana, are you making that up?”