Hey, Famine? Death here. Got your diary? What about the 17th?
No, it’s weight watchers on Tuesdays. Next Friday?
Darn! Forgot Plague is off sick until next month.
What about War?
Her diary’s always full. She’s usually out somewhere, dressed to kill.

Lord, looks like we’ll have to postpone. Again.

Viv Burgess got this idea from the usual 80-email marathons trying to arrange a date to meet with three other women friends.