It was a real test of friendship.

He grumbled, but the next time she came, I did the same thing. The third time, he knew she was coming to town before we did.

And they both had the same accent.

You have some queer friends, Dorothy,' she said.

The queerness doesn't matter, so long as they're friends,' was the answer

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

They never complained about the haircuts, either.