I know exactly what Luke's doing. He's trying to push me and Suze together so we can make up. Which is really sweet of him. But I feel like a panda being told to mate with another panda that clearly doesn't fancy me.
I can't move. I'm paralyzed in the middle of the street, like the donkey in that Aesop's fable who couldn't choose between the bales of hay. They'll find me in years to come, still frozen to the spot, clutching my credit card.
Of course! I'm far more used to working with a … a … a Nimbus 2000. Trish peers at me in surprise. Isn't that the broomstick out of Harry Potter? Damn. I knew I'd heard it somewhere. Yes … it is, I say at last, my face flaming. And also a well-known ironing board. In fact, I think the broomstick was named … er … after the ironing board.
Philosophy wasn't about facts, it was about ideas. My first essay title was something like: 'How can you know what other people are thinking?' I thought, 'Wow, what an amazing thing.' I really thought deeply for the first time.
Yes! I perk up. Actually, I was wondering, do the mothers have lots of coffee mornings, parties, that kind of thing? Erica shoots me an odd look. I meant socialization of the children. Right. I clear my throat. The children. Of course.
She was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. She was radiant. And she was wearing this necklace... When you see the necklace in the painting, it all makes sense. He loved her. Even if she lived to one hundred and five without ever getting an answer.
So this evening has gone about as hideously as it possibly could. There's only one solution, which is to keep drinking wine until my nerves have been numbed or I pass out. Whichever comes first. Supper.
The atmosphere in the admin department also seemed very false. My suspicions were aroused when two employees spontaneously started singing the Panther Corporation song. I didn't even know there was a Panther Corporation song.