The Satsuma Complex (Gary Thorn, #1)

by Bob Mortimer

I laugh heartily but it strikes me that the laugh was born in a sad pouch somewhere inside me. I’m not being natural. I just want him to like me. I want everyone to like me. You have to be adaptable to pull it off, though, and it’s a lot of effort. I don’t know what my end game is, but I suppose it’s better than collecting enemies.