“Oh good, you’re here,” she said to Elliot. “You can administer manly sympathies and sweet comfort.” “I could,” said Elliot haughtily, “but I have no intention of doing so.” “I was worried that you would be fretting, Luke,” Serene continued. “I know how boys do.” “Get out of my room, both of you,” said Luke, and put a pillow over his own face.
