"Shh! Pipe down Becky!"
"Ooh, what’s she doing now, Marie?"
"Looks like another feminist rant—yep, she’s yelling about the Bechdel test again."
"You know I like that Allison Bechdel—she was a smart woman."
"Becky, you don’t even know Allison Bechdel."
"Oh no, my relatives up in Vermont do, though. They keep an eye on her." Becky paused for a moment, the wind threatening to bend her towards Marie permanently. "Oh what’s she doing now?"
"Mmm, still ranting. It sounds like she’s fighting with her family again."
"Oh the poor dear. I tell you, half the time I have a mind to get into contact with the Texans and give them a good—"
"Becky!" Becky quieted, and the wind howled between them again. "Besides, even if you could get in touch with the posts in Texas, what are they gonna do? Fall on someone? We’re not exactly pillars of communication, here."
"You take all the fun out of everything Marie. You should take up knitting or something."
"Oh yes, because I have so many hands to hold knitting needles with.”
"I’m just saying. It might be good for you." Becky blinked, scaring a near by cat. "Did she just say something about videos? Oh I hope this means Disney movies—I just love that Mulan."
"Shh! No, not that kind of video. Something about a tube and some words I will not repeat."
"These kids with their new technologies—I can’t keep anything straight. Is this the same tube video she was ranting about last week?"
"Sounds like. I don’t know what this internet is, but I want to try it. Just to see if it’s as bad as she says it is."
"Oh, Marie, don’t be like that. She was talking about how awesome it was just yesterday. I’m sure it’s a lovely thing."
"Car!" There was silence for a few moments as the car whirred down the street and screeched around the cul-de-sac before zooming off again.
"I hate it when they do that! why even come down this road if you’re just popping a U-ie?"
"I don’t know. Bob on the corner says it’s to turn left, but you know how he is—his light’s going."
"Oh I know," Becky answered, "Just the other day he was talking about torrential rains or something—lord knows we’re probably never going to see those again."
"Hush up! She’s talking about Bechdel again."
"She always ends up back at Bechdel."