I didn’t catch her name today. When I came in it was her third and final hour of sitting, hence the expression. However, after about fifteen minutes a man and a little girl walked in, and suddenly everything softened and she became a doting Madonna, gazing at her youngest child.
While all that was going on, L had a fine conversation with one of his Friday Grandpas:
“And so the boy with the golden screw tried to live his life like normal…”
“And then one day, a Buddhist monk told him that to solve the mystery, he must return home…”
“What, you didn’t think that was funny?”