domesticity

Monday, January 12th, 2004

Late at night, at the house of Fitzhardinges:

J: Guess what I’ve got?

R: A baby?

J: And she’s asleep.

R: Guess what I’ve got?

J: I don’t know. What have you got?

R: A half-knitted scarf.

J: And a ball of wool.

Pause.

J: It doesn’t get any better than this.

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