I don’t know.
GO GET HER, Liam Neeson in Taken style.
She’s only 12 and not in any known danger of being sold into sex slavery.
You need to get to know her and instruct her in the ways of the princess force.
That’s not a thing.
It is, actually, I’ve seen it in action. Also, she needs to be your flower girl at your wedding to my brother.
How do you even know what one of those is? I thought you hated weddings!
Only other people’s, not yours to my brother. Actually, she’s too old to be a flower girl.
Wait, how do you know how old flower girls are supposed to be?
Nothing. I don’t.
Lilly! Have you secretly been watching all those bride shows on the Learning Channel on Friday nights like the rest of us ?
No. Take me with you when you go to get her, though. I have a particular set of skills . . .
Are you drunk studying again?
. . . skills I have acquired over a very long career.
OK I’m going to bed now, I don’t have time for this.
Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you.
Lilly, this is serious.
I know. We’re seriously doing this tomorrow. I’ll clear my schedule.
Good night, Lilly.
;-)
Good night, POG.*
*Princess of Genovia. It’s been years and she still won’t stop calling me this. I’ve given up.
Even so, it’s nice to know that beneath that hard outer shell, she’s still got that sweet gooey middle. All the law school in the world can’t change that.
Three more things I’m grateful for:
1. My friends, who really are wonderful (even if they’re lunatics).
2. My dad (even though he can be a lunatic, too, at times).
3. Cheesy bread.
CHAPTER 44
9:05 a.m., Wednesday, May 6
Third-Floor Apartment