’ She eyed him. . ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. . Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. ” She was silent.
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