“You know what you should do,” he said, turning to her. “You should teach the guard downstairs to juggle.” “But he only has one arm.” “But he really wants to learn. He’s embarrassed by his arm so he’ll refuse at first. But you need to be persistent.” “I can be persistent,” she said. “Yeah?” “My father says persistence is a polite way of being annoying.” “You’re good at that, aren’t you?” With a slight smile, she acknowledged her considerable expertise.
