Re: [Jack's: Jack & Cat]
Oh, please. Death by book is not a thing. Don't be so dramatic. Even if you have to carry a handkerchief around for all your days, it's not the same as death. Don't start writing your own eulogy just yet. [So, yes, there were signs of the boy in the Cat. The body language, some of the verbal spewage, some of the directness, but there was Cat there too, old Cat, in language and eye rolls and wit.
Then, there was the rub of hand to curls, the awkward twirl that contained none of Cat's grace, and then the genuine display of boy was gone, and in its place was snark and facial repair.] You can get some other work done. You know, lift the brow, or get rid of the double chin. [She was jabbing now; this was a jab.] I'm rich, so, I don't mind footing the bill for your general betterment. [And, stubbornly.] No. I like it here just fine.