A boy called Nick joined Megan for ice cream. Then the boy called Nick invited Megan to jump on a trampoline, at the boy called Nick's house. Then the boy called Nick joined Megan for a walk with Tyrion (Megan's dog at her Mom's who, thankfully, is enormous but, unthankfully, couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag, and therefore, we'll assume, isn't adequately trained to ensure space and appropriateness and to exact viciousness in response to any violation thereof. I asked Michael about it. He said, "Nick who?" I said, "The boy called Nick who is hanging out with your sister." Michael said, "Why do you keep calling him 'the boy called Nick.'" I said, "Answer the question." He said, "Sorry, I don't know any boy-called-Nicks. I don't know anything about it." I said, "Well you better get up to speed, dude."
"Love blinds even the clearest eye." — The Huntsman: Winter's War
"Wise men say, only fools rush in..." — Elvis Presley
"'Oh, I wasn't thinking,' Stranahan said. 'Love isn't about thinking. You should know that.'" — Skinny Dip by Carl Hiaasen
It's fun to joke about, but I don't plan on worrying too much about Megan and boys, or enlisting Michael as a spy.
"From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and so few." — John Updike
Although, maybe I should worry? I suppose I do and always will. I read the following quote and knew instantly John le Carre doesn't have a daughter. Seconds later, Wikipedia confirmed it for me. He has four sons. "Most people like to read about intrigue and spies. I hope to provide a metaphor for the average reader's daily life. Most of us are in a slightly conspiratorial relationship with our employer and perhaps in our marriage." Employer, spouse, but no mention of kids/daughters? Dead giveaway.
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