“Poor William. He’s such a good guy, but my God! How does anyone that young manage to have such a complicated life?” “Your life wasn’t that simple in your early twenties, as I recall…” I untied the ribbon of her shift and placed the flat bell of the Pinard against her chest. “Poor choice of parents, I expect. Deep breath, darling, and hold it.”
Poor choice of parents!😂🤣😂
