As you should. I just think that man's a waste of time.
[ And now they're talking a little more plainly, and his head's less full of the what feels like 90 times in the last three days that somebody's mentioned Harry Goodsir, now he's reached some kind of intoxication plateau... he has the good grace to feel a little embarrassed. ]
Sorry. I worked with your family a long time ago. I know your father and your uncle, your mother a little. I suppose I felt entitled to act like I know you too.
But I don't, and it really is none of my business. I'll leave you to your night.
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