“I just think it’s a pity that he’s so secretive,” I said simply. “It’s a shame.” George gave a skeptical snort. “Oh, come on. You love all that mystery about him. Just like you love that pensive, far-off look he does sometimes, as if he’s brooding about important matters, or contemplating a tricky bowel movement. Don’t try to deny it. I know.”
Next time I see a broody hero, I’ll think of constipation
