I encounter my heroine, and she’s not happy

“There you are, Jeep!” I said to young Ms. Thompson the other day. “I haven’t heard from you for awhile.”

“Oh, there YOU are,” she said back, seeming a little cross. “So you didn’t forget me after all.”

“No, no, I think about you all the time. I stopped hearing your voice.”

“Right. Me and Blaine and Bill have been chattering away and running around tarnation, but you didn’t hear any of that,” she snapped. “Do you know how hot it is in Snoggle Swamp? We could have just picked up Snoo...