The phone rings and Siss answers it. On the other end a sultry voice says “Siss, it’s me, Joan Tree. Don’t hang up! If you can’t speak just listen. I’ve got more information about the Olympics off Tree’s computer.”
“You hacked your brother’s computer?” Siss asks.
“’Hack’ would be an overstatement. The idiot only puts it in ‘sleep’ mode and even if he turned off he has his password on a Post-it Note stuck on the monitor.”
“Let me guess; ‘Seagram’s’?” Siss says.
“No, this year it is ‘Marlboro’ but listen- the German-Italian team is going all out but they don’t know about the track. Are you still listening?” Joan asks.
“Yeah, I’m listening” Siss says.
“The track is going to be covered with a foot of dirt liberally sprinkled with walnut and pecan shells” Joan says.
“Nut shells? Why?”
“They can be very punishing on bare feet and the rodent has the nut concession for the games” Joan explains. “The ramps are also loose dirt but with a mix of limestone and lava rock. Are you still there?”
“Yes I’m here” Siss replies. “Why are you telling me this? I never thought you liked Barb.”
“I can’t stand the cunt but if you’re helping train her you need to know this” Joan Tree says and pauses to light a Madame Wu Blunt.
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She continues saying “Did you know for Barb’s ‘research’ trip she spent more time with Ulrika than everyone else
combined! Perhaps you aren’t training her hard enough.”
Tree
Damn, I hate agreeing with Joan.
Listen Siss ... you need to be careful here ... it's not what you think ... Joan can't be trusted ... She is as crazy and loose with the facts as Donald Trump ... says anything that comes into her head ... you know me better than that ... it was just academic research ... 
