“Not acceptable.” He stood up, looking like he wanted to pace, but there was no room. “Eliza, you can’t go through life like this. Do you know that on an annual basis, donkeys kill more people than planes?” “Oh, yeah? Well, do you know that between 1975 and 1981, more than ten percent of the toxicological tests on pilots were positive for alcohol?” He rolled his head in a circle. “Jesus, where do you get this shit?” He made a growling noise that meant his patience was shot.
