I hooked my arm through his. “I think you look perfectly respectable. And I’m going to eat a meal at the Starving Tove and I want you to come with me.” He suddenly grinned. “What’s the occasion?” I decided to just tell him. “It’s my birthlight. I’m fifteen sessions old, Delph.” He looked dumbstruck. “But I ain’t done nothin’ … I mean I didn’t know….” “There’s no need for you to do anything other than accept my offer to join me for a meal to celebrate my coming into Wormwood fifteen sessions ago.”
I just want them to be happy
