teensy-weensy  bit  impatient,” she    
answered.                              
     “He said that if you’re not down  
by, like now, then your share’s going  
out to the barn.”                      
     “Really,  and you waited  ten-min-
utes to tell me this,  instead of right
off the bat?”                          
     She walked over to the window and 
opened the curtain.                    
     “Nope, I don’t see him  yet, but  
don’t worry. I think I can get you an- 
other thirty minutes, maybe.”          
     “Isn’t he just pretending to be a 
butler?” I asked. “I don’t remember    
ever seeing a butler do that.”         
     “Seriously, how many butlers do   
you know, and the ones on TV don’t     
count?”                                
     “Well, in that case, none really.”
*      “See, so for all you know. This     
might be a common practice in the but- 
lering world, and besides, if you      
really think about it. Wouldn’t it piss
you off, if after spending all day     
cooking this fantabulous meal, someone 
waited until it got cold before eating 
it?  Wouldn’t that just piss you off?  
Come on, be honest.”                   
     “I guess you’re right.”           
     “I’m always right,” Beth said.    
     “Now, shouldn’t you be putting    
this into some kind of context, like   
how I’m winning debate after debate and
shooting your arguments down like wet  
cardboard boxes? You know, true stuff  
like that.”                            
     “Was I sleeping during all of     
that, because I don’t remember any of  
it, but you’d better go eat, and please
get me those extra thirty. That should 
give me enough time to dictate a really
quick bio, and also what  happened on  
the 15th.”                             



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