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A few days later Didi Stina called Violet and told her what had happened.
"You know, Violet, I've been thinking a lot about Cod-biter."
"What do you mean?"
"He's such a good guy. I really want to do something for him."
"Where are you headed?"
"Don't laugh. Promise?"
"I'm all ears. Go ahead."
"Do you think that Solla..."
She could get no farther because Violet had started talking:
"I don't believe you."
"Do you think it's absurd?"
"No, I think it's funny."
"Can it be mentioned?"
"To her?"
"Yes, to her."
"Didi Stina, you're terrible."
Violet had started to laugh: "I can try. What precisely did you have in mind?"
"Violet, you don't have to pussy-foot around. These are grown people."
"No, not a chance. You have to do it yourself."
"Can't it be done somehow informally. I mean so that it sort of comes naturally?"
Violet doubled over laughing. When she recovered, she said: "Let's think about it. What I won't do for a friend."