I have quickly learned that if I ask ten questions you will answer three. I'm trying to increase my odds by adding more queries. A very logical tactic, you must admit, and one I'm very proud of.
I am not familiar with your shenanigans. Perhaps I am not an elderly spinster at all, and perhaps I was still in pigtails when you were at the height of your shenanigans. Which is more likely, do you think? That I am very old or very young?
Your sympathy for Hulga is surprising, but I should have realized it existed when you referred to her as Joy. It's a romantic thing, to call her that, and speaks to a kindness that I cannot bring myself to mock. You, I believe, might be likable, despite your very obvious attempts to be otherwise.
Do you intentionally speak so little of yourself? You might have your author title rescinded for such a crime, you know.
Simply, Claire
P.S. I am so glad. P.S.S. My mother was my father's Guinevere, and he was her Arthur. P.S.S.S. I will allow you to choose. I'm feeling particularly generous, since you've made me smile with the prospect of acquiescing.