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                  Taylor Kelsey sat behind the wheel of her old, sad-looking jalopy—an old Chevy, like the kind one might see in an Elvis movie or a black-and-white TV show.  Susan Beckette sat in the passenger seat. 
    The seats were large and comfortable.  Furthermore, the shape of the car made the inside seem more spacious than it actually was.  It was quite nice.  But people often times don’t recognize the good things they have while they have them, and this was the case with Taylor.
                  Susan on the other hand liked the car, though she couldn’t drive because she didn’t have a license.
                  It was Saturday and the girls got to dress in something other than their school uniforms.  Taylor was wearing a colorful skirt that fell over black ribbed tights.  She was also wearing a blue blouse, which reminded her of something Nancy Drew might have worn.  Or any kind of intelligent woman detective.
                  Susan was wearing her school uniform, that way she could speak with an English accent and pretend she went to a boarding school nearby.  She could fool most anyone with her routine.
                  Alternating between an English and American accent for practice, Susan asked, “So how long is this going to take?”
                  “I don’t know.  I’ve never been to a police station before.”
                  “So when do we get to go to the fair?”
                  “I told you, I don’t know.  I just want to see what the police are doing about the café case and what progress they’ve made.  We might find something out we need to know.  Remember, there’s a reward involved for all of this.”
                  “Yeah,” reminded Susan, “for the robbery of the big painting.  Not for the murder.”
                  “But I think they’re connected.”
                  “Think.  You think.  Think, think, think.”  Susan said the first “ think” with an English accent, the second with an American and the third with an English.
                  “I almost know they’re connected,” said Taylor.  “Does that help?”
                  “Not a bit.  But I’ll help you because there is a slight, however small, chance of money, and I have nothing better to do than to study Copernicus’s heliocentric model of the planets.”
                  “Nice.”  Taylor made a turn.  “So, why don’t you let anyone else know that you’re smart?  Because you are really smart, you know.”
                  “I know I’m smart.  After all, I’m not dumb.  And I don’t like people to know because I don’t care if they know.  I know what I know, and that’s what I know.”
                  “If you say so.”
                  “So.”
                  “What?”
                  “You said, ‘If I say so .’”
                  “ So I did,” said Taylor.  “I must tell you, however, that not all of your jokes are funny.  Some of them are just dumb.”
                  “You can’t win ‘em all,” was Susan’s response.  Then in a more serious tone, “Can you let me know when I tell a dumb joke, so I don’t embarrass myself.”
                  “I didn’t think you cared about embarrassing yourself,” said Taylor.  “But okay.”
                  “I don’t care about embarrassing myself.  But I do care to tell only funny jokes.  What should our code be if I tell a funny joke vs. a dumb joke.”
                  Taylor pretended to be in deep thought.  “Let’s see… if it’s funny… I’ll laugh.  If it’s dumb, I won’t laugh.”
                  “I still think we need code words.  How about police codes?”