Tell me that your final home is not a shot in the darkI skate into the room, just a wee bit buoyed by his choice of music.
You're listening to DEMON HUNTER! JESUS CHRIST, DIABHAL!
I was hoping that would get you over here.
Why? More things to sign? I'm going to have a stamp made. Or start using an X. Maybe I'll use three of them, I mean, let's be realistic-
Bridget.
Where is it?
Where is what?
The papers?
What papers?
Why am I here?
I wanted to know if you're about to take on yet another boyfriend here.
Look, just because Duncan finally admitted that I get under his skin doesn't mean-
Of course it means something or you wouldn't have written about it.
Since I'm heading toward a future where I'm demented I intend to record everything of use. I knew he had a thing, but he'd never admit it. He's gone back to denying it, for the record. Says he misspoke. I roll my eyes for great effect. Also what do you mean by 'another' boyfriend?
Well, you're quite open about your visits to me. Also there is Sam.
I don't write about half the altercations I have with you! And leave Sam out of this. Wait. Are you sure you meant to say Sam?
That's what you call them? Altercations with me? And who else should I be worried about?
Did you mean something else? Also what was I supposed to sign before I forget? And who?
Nevermind, Neamhchiontach. Would you like some lunch?
I forget if I had a lunch date so yes.
Cheese sandwiches?
Sure. If you leave the record on.