Desperately seeking a narrator. It’s getting harder and harder to follow the dialog in the absence of attribution. Mopsy, Flopsy and Helen.
Still no narrator, and the strain is beginning to show. Another 1200 words, though: Flopsy, Mopsy and (eventually) Helen.
We’re into five digits! That’s practically a whole hand!
Wherein we learn a little bit about Helen. Very little. About 200 words’ worth, although it takes a bit over a thousand words to learn it all: Helen.
Home, sweet home. With sandwiches, and another 1,300 words, give or take: Flopsy and Mopsy.
Poor Mopsy. Without his (regular) glasses, he can’t even get out of the restaurant in under 1,000 words: Mopsy
Hardly worth it, but a necessary transition. The Narrator
More Mopsy and Helen. I’m still not sure what they’re talking about. Whatever it was, it took around 1,600 words: Mopsy and Helen. Still.