Re: Susan and Seamus
That was certainly unfair play, he thought to himself. Unfair advantage. It was just unfair all around, only he couldn't complain. He closed his eyes, nose wrinkling at her words. "You know quite well what I think about it. Can't be explaining it quite the way I'd like around people, you know."
If he died, he hoped they'd write a witty epitaph. He'd had to have a boring one. Would be a terrible waste of such an interesting life.