Monday May 21, 2007
“Which anniversary is it, then?” Graham asked yesterday.
“Dunno. Closer to thirty than it is to forty. I don’t have that many fingers.”
“Don’t worry about it. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“That’s a nice thought. Thanks.”
“Don’t be silly, now.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you’re silly I shall have to kill you. And then we’ll never make it to forty.”
“I’ll be more careful in future.”
“You better.”
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