I knew that if there was anyone in this room who could handle my jackass father, it was Mrs. Basil E. I wouldn’t need to say a word of explanation to her—from her perch on Lily’s sofa, she would have already taken in the situation with a knowledge approaching omniscience. I knew she didn’t suffer fools gladly, but she’d gladly make a fool suffer.
Why this is sooooo cute why dash seems like to know everyone else, but he didnt say he's the observer.
