"I coulda already been done in dere five times by now," Spot groaned from his room through the bathroom door.
"I'm not going anywhere with wet hair," Anne replied. "I'll nevah understand goils," Spot let out one of his usual groans and returned to his stool to polish his cane.
Anne stood in front of the heater stove brushing her damp locks as she tried so tenderly to dry them.
A while later the door to the bathroom finally opened. Spot eyed her up and down casually.
"Ya know; I really like wearin' pants betta'. Dey're much more comfortable," she smiled as she took a seat on his bed.
Spot continued to give her quick glances, not paying any mind to what she had just said, "Ya know, I think ya hair is gottin' darker."
"What does dat gotta do wid pants?" she replied.
"Nothin', but it's gotta do wid your appearance so I jist thought I might mention it," Spot grinned.
Anne sighed and began to fiddle with the few curls that draped along her brow, "After lookin' at me brother you'd think dat it might darken a bit as I get older."
Spot shrugged, "Where is dat boy anyway?"
"Skinnah and some a da udders are teachin' him how ta use a slingshot," Anne replied, "but it seems like dey would want da pro ta do it."
Spot looked up at her, " Well, Ise kinda busy at da moment."
"I was referrin' to me self," she laughed. Spot chuckled to himself, but didn't speak a word.
The room grew quiet for a few moments, until Anne finally said what she had been itching to ask, "What does B.C. stand for?"
His face spread into a deep scowl as he turned to face her, "Dat's none a your business. If you'd kept your hands away from my stuff you would a never had to wonder about dat." He was sill quite unhappy about her messing with his cane, but his anger seemed to be slowly drifting away.
Anne laid down sadly back on his bed, "I thought we told each udder everything."
"I ain't nevah told anybody dat an' I ain't gunna start by tellin' you."
She crossed her arms over her chest and began to pout, "Damn your pride, Spot Conlon. I'll tell ya one thing; I'm gunna forget about those two letters and I'm going to forget your cane, but remember: I will nevah' allow you ta be more den jist my friend as long as you're keeping secrets from me."