D: It’s over?
A: Well, my part in Claude’s story is over.
D: Well, I suppose. . .
A: I am not getting you a pocket pet.
D: Can I get a baying wolfhound then?
D: A, everyone knows a boy needs a dog. If not for me, then do it for TC.
A: He’s a cat man.
D: He looks good in pictures, but that child is weird.
A: No black cats for your Druid grove?
D: That is a vicious lie – cats preferred the lochs to the grove, A.
A: And this from the man who was disturbed that it was 6/6/13 under a dark moon.
D: We all have our foibles. Now are you going to shush and let people read the conclusion to Claude?
A: Me? (Sigh) Yes, go, read! (Bloody Scot).