WS: Two bobbies showed up at the door today while you were out on a very rare afternoon constitutional. Would you know anything about this?
GD: How could I?
WS: Mrs. Spencer, I noticed the front of your car is demolished.
GD: Yes. A goat ran into the fender while my car was parked in the yard.
WS: Must’ve been some goat. Unfortunately the coppers offered an alternate explanation.
GD: I’ll bet.
WS: Frideswide’s Dress Shop reported that a certain black car smashed into its front window display earlier today. Were there goats in town too?
GD: There might as well have been!
WS: Mrs. Spencer …
GD: Fine! I did it! All right? I busted through her window. And I don’t regret it.
PRU: But you could’ve injured someone. That plus the “small fire” you set the other night …
GD: Oh please. Frideswide’s was closed. No harm, no foul.
WS: The insurance broker believes it some foul.
GD: I didn’t want Frideswide infecting this town.
WS: Infecting? Is the sweet clothier ill?
GD: In the brain maybe! Do you know what she had on display in that picture window of hers? Polyester! Polyester trousers! FOR WOMEN. It had to be done, Seton. It positively needed to happen, lest this town fall victim to horrible taste.