Three jugs stand close to the edge of the table. Will they fall? The author has yet to decide.
Meanwhile, an elderly woman arrives and is promptly served by Tracy, Trixie, and Terra. The girls giggle.
The woman’s face puckers up. “Boy, this is sour!”
“There’s no added sugar,” says Terra proudly.
“No sugar!” protests the woman, clutching her cane.
“Yes, we’re boycotting sugar.”
Tracy whispers to Trixie: “There a better word for…”
“Shut up, Tracy.”
The woman leaves.
Hours pass. No new customers.
“It’s a word of mouth business.” They look at each other—“We’ve been girlcotted!”
Nice tumble, girls.