Anemone: I have been so looking forward to seeing everyone, and look, here we all are! I can’t remember the last time we had our full membership together.
Forget-me-not: I can, it was last spring. But then our group didn’t include Cactus or Nightstalk, and Primrose was still with us.
Violet: Can’t count on her.
Tulip: Good riddance, her opinions pissed me off most of the time.
Anemone: Well, welcome to Manflower. Do you know everybody?
Manflower: Everbody but this American beauty next to me.
Rose: [blushing] how lovely!
Violet: That’s enough false modesty Rose, so did everybody do the reading?
Cactus: I read every word.
Forget-me-not: So did I and I remember all of it. I loved every part of it!
Rose: Wait, stop right there. Remember that we don’t say if we liked it or not until the end.
Forget-me-not: Oh that’s right, how could I forget. Manflower, that’s one of our only rules. That and we never reschedule via email. If you cant come you can’t come.
Violet: You didn’t forget.
Manflower: I can come.
Tulip: Well, I had a hard time reading it. How do you read the bloody thing anyway? You click on it and there you are somewhere in the middle. Who reads anything from the middle? It makes no sense. Then you have to click to previous posts to find out what’s been going on in a kind of retrospective arrangement. There’s no linearity to it. No logical flow. No forward progression. I don’t get it. Who reads like that?
Rose: Use the tags. They are so beautiful!
Tulip: So what? What about important things that happen only once? The tags don’t help with that. You might as well cut all the pages out of a book, scramble them up and then read them that way for all the sense this makes.
Nightstalk: You have to start at the beginning like I did and read it backwards. I read every word.
Violet: You didn’t read it backwards. And you didn’t read every word.
Nightstalk: How would you know, you pansy?
Cactus: I can endure anything Nightstock, but don’t be so prickly.
Violet: I’m telling you with full candor that you didn’t read it backwards. I, however, read it, then I found out that there is text under every picture so to be faithful to the thing I went back and hovered over all of them. And I looked for all of our names using the search, except for mine of course.
Anemone: Oh, tell me what you found!
Violet: Not much.
Forget-me-not: Maybe we should all say which picture we remember truely loving the best? How about you Nightstalk?
Nightstalk: Um. I liked. Lets see. There was that one. Um. All of them.
Violet. You didn’t look at any of it, did you?
Tulip: This whole conversation is as pointless as this month’s reading. It isn’t even a real book! Who can get any pleasure from this? Look, I’m wilting. Let’s have dinner and say if we liked the damn thing or not. I hated it.
Manflower: So did I.
Rose: Oh me too! How beautiful that we have that in common.
Cactus: Careful Manflower, she has thorns. Rose, get a room already. The book, non-book, or whatever we are calling this thing just touched me the wrong way. I hated it too.
Forget-me-not: I loved it!
Anemone: We know. Thanks for ruining the anticipation.
Nightstalk: I enjoyed it.
Violet: You didn’t even look at it. Well I suppose there is enjoyment in that. I hated it too. So thats all of us then.
Anemone: You forgot me! Why am I always forsaken? I didn’t like it. For next month let’s read a real book.
Ahhh, the sound of stout coming to life in the glass… With the heat we have here, it’s like a dream.