Hey, Mrs. Donna Jean. Whatcha doing?
“We are zippin’ and zappin’, sugar. But it’s Boston, so we sat in golf cart traffic for an hour.”
There’s golf cart traffic?
That makes sense. You see what Young John Mayer is wearing?
“See? I made it!”
That makes less sense.
“I went down to the general store and bought me three, four yards o’ that fancy gingham what arrived on the Wells-Fargo wagon. Sewed it up in between Comanche attacks.”
None of that is right So: are you officially in the band?
“I never left, swee’pea.”
“‘Member when me an’ Keith left Dead?”
“Turns out no one signed the papers. Legally, I’m still in the band. I been gettin’ paychecks, too.”
“Don’ tell no one, sugar.”
Okay. Nice to have you back around, Mrs. Donna Jean.
“Well, ain’t you a dumpling?”
“Serious, though: you open your mouth and I’ll cut ya.”
“And don’t you blaspheme in here.”