[Perhaps it's due to the blunt shock of being playfully smacked on the head, but the conversation that Fenimore's talking about--it feels so close. It's painfully easy to imagine sitting with Fenimore in the kitchen, eating a slice of warm peach pie in the summer, talking and laughing late into the afternoon.]

Well... [Shirley rubs the top of her head, her expression a little sulky. Not being able to remember the things Fenimore is talking about a little frustrating.] You probably said something like, "Modesty is a virtue, but you could use a lot less of it." Or that no one was ever going to take me seriously.