This is a transcript of a phone conversation with Velma that took place on Sunday, November 11 at 2:32 PM.
J: It's Justin.
V: Yep. (She sounded like she wasn't sure)
J: I'm blogging the journals.
V: Yeah sweetheart, I know who you are.
J: Oh cause I wasn't--
V: -I'm not senile yet, dear. And I can hear, so don't talk loud. No need for it.
J: Was I talking loud?
V: No, but I'm just sayin' cause it drives me crazy when people assume I can't hear.
J: Got it.
V: So what can I do ya for?
J: I was calling to see if you were interested in my readership knowing more about you?
V: They're reading my journals, how much more do they need to know?
J: I mean a profile.
V: I hate my profile. I got a nose like a coat hook.
J: (Here we go) No, Velma it's not a picture.
V: Oh a photograph?
J: No. A short description of your interests. Words.
V: Wait! (Pause) Are people reading these conversations? You're not writing these out are you?
V: Cause I don't think like I speak.
J: Velma, they can't hear you.
V: I know the difference between a phone and a computer screen. If I had you in front of me, I'd clock you square in the nose.
J: (I don't doubt she would) The website just wants to know the kind of books you read. The type of music you listen to. Ya know, your interests. (That was me changing the subject)
V: (Pause) This isn't for a dating site is it? I'm not looking for that right now.
J: (I chuckle) No, it's a blog, not Match.
V: Yeah, alright, when I have a minute I'll write you a letter with some things you can include.
J: No email huh? It would be so much quicker.
V: My assistant has one. My eyes are awful, I can't stare at that damn screen. You'll get a letter.
J: Okay, good enough.
V: What date you up to?
J: Ahh, I just did September 27.
V: What year?
V: For the love of God, you're delicate.
V: I shoulda gave them to some dame at Katherine Gibbs. Alright, get lost and get typin'. And don't waste your time typing out these conversations.
J: I won't.
V: I don't believe you.
J: Have a good one, Velma.
V: Yeah, okay. Bye.