“I’m sorry I drove you crazy today at work.” “That’s okay. You can repay me by coming into the city with me on Sunday. I need to buy my mother a birthday present.” “Ugh. Jeez. I said I was sorry already. No need to be mean.” She laughed. “See? And you understand me.” It was true. Merry’s mother was one impossible woman. “I will take my punishment for being an arse to you today. How old is Satan turning anyway?” “666.” “Sounds about right,” I said,
