Gideon: I’m glad you’re back, Winifred Preston. Allie has been a miserable sod since you left, and now he won’t stop singing his little songs. You two are adorable. Sickening, but adorable. I never thought he’d find someone who measures up to his lofty, artistic ideal of love. He refused to open his heart unless the angels trumpeted from heaven. Me? I try to fall in love at least fifty times a century. It gives the skin a healthy glow. So let me know if you have any single friends…that Celeste has an intriguing scent…
He cracks me all the way up
