There was something about the way Oliver was relating this to me in his best “I care deeply about the right to a fair trial even for petty criminals” voice that made me giggle before I was probably supposed to. “What are you laughing at?” “Your expense. I thought we’d established.” “But,” he protested, “I haven’t said anything funny yet.” “That’s what you think. Do go on.” “You’re making me self-conscious.” “I’m sorry. I’m just happy to hear from you.” “Oh.” A long silence.
