“Now you will go outside,” Constance said quietly to Uncle Julian, “and the sun will be warm and the garden will be bright and you will have broiled liver for your lunch.” “Perhaps not,” Uncle Julian said. “Perhaps I had better have just an egg.”
this man does not gaf im crying😭😭
"and for the lady.. perhaps a salad?"
"perhaps not- i'll have the steak. smothered in onions"
