“What act? What are you doing     
anyway? Playing a butler?” then I had  
to ask, “Who you to trying to con now?”
     “Good question, sir, but the rest 
is on a need to know basis. You can    
write, in that Journal of yours, what  
you think I do, but not who I do it to,
sir.”                                  
     “Fair enough,” I told him. “so, is
that what you're doing? Pretending to  
be a butler, as part of some con?”     
     “This is more like a helping hand 
for a friend than a con, and being a   
butler requires a certain frame of     
mind, that requires me to think of you 
as my superior.”                       
     “Yeah, that must be tough,        
especially since, if anything, you're  
my superior, and definitely not the    
other way around.”                     
*      “Beg your pardon, sir, but...”      
     “Stop it.”                        
     “I'm sorry, sir...”               
     “Stop it. Please Dr. D, just      
please stop saying sir.”               
     “I hate to break character...”    
     “I'll tell you what. Let me get my
Journal started, and then you can call 
me sir to your heart's content.”       
     “Dinner will be ready in an hour, 
and I'll call you then, sir,” he said, 
and then left the room.                
     I sat down on the new couch right 
next to Beth's head, fantasizing about 
what would happen if I sat right on her
head. Would it snap? I violently shook 
that thought off, and then gave her a  
kiss.                                  
     That woke her, and she listened   
sleepily as I went on and on, for one  
full minute, about what the hell was   
she thinking.                          



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