You're all stubborn idiots and I should beat you all with a stick Let's not talk about that, when we have dinner. We'll talk about me instead, and how disgustingly happy being married to Neville makes me.
I know you will, I wouldn't expect anything else. And I know that, I'm sorry I implied that you couldn't have friends. It's just that your tone suggested more than friendship Cass is lucky to have you for a friend.
Okay, no more owls. If I'm going to get everything done, I need to shower, kiss my husband, and be on my way.
PS: Can you believe it?! I've got a husband! PPS: Don't answer that. No more owls, remember! I'll see you in a couple hours.