“If you go, I’ll be alone with the lovebirds.” She paused to shoot a glaring look in my direction before continuing her whining. “I’ll be all alone.” “Uh, hello?” Feely, who had arrived shortly after Liz, interjected from his perch on the beanbag. “What am I? Dog shit?” “Oops, sorry, Patrick,” Claire replied, reddening. “I forgot you were here.” “Lovely.” Feely rolled his eyes. “Just lovely.”
