“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.”                             
     “Ok then, I’ll leave you to your  
lies, and see what I can do about      
Darryl, but you’d better hurry,” she   
said, gave me another kiss, and then   
was gone.                              
     Crap and all that fucking bull-   
shit. Brutal honesty can’t be that     
fucking hard, but damn it. I know Beth 
wouldn’t shoot me. She’s super safety  
conscious about all her guns, but some-
times I still wondered, just a little  
bit.                                   



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