-- There is no reason to compare this moment with anything we’ve done before, unless like your mother, you’re so tradition bound you can’t let the good times go.
-- So you admit those were good and these are…
-- I’m not admitting anything. I’m asking you.
-- Why can’t you be nice?
-- Like…?
-- Like what?
-- Like your dad for one.
-- My dad was my mother’s companion and not like a father to me. I can’t see there’s anything I might have inherited from him which would put me in good standing, nor do I feel living in the past is, as you say…
-- There you go again. You’re on a permanent roll, aren’t you? I’m going to take a nap. I’ll see you later.
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