though I haven’t always wished for them to be happy. I stabbed a man in the behind with a knife once, in the castle. He was trying to rape a maid in the laundry.
“Yes,” she said. “It took me longer to realize my feelings.” “Well,” I said, my words still rushing out in small, indignant bursts. “You have daddy issues.”
“We must be making a scene.” “Oh, who cares. Anyway, you don’t need to worry, because I’m the one making a scene. Everyone’ll think I brought my sculpture to the boardwalk so I could sit there hugging it.”
Can you please tell me how Bir is this morning? You mean how Linny is? she said. That’s what you really want to know, right? You want to know how Linny is, because you like him. You want to kiss him.