' What’s your problem with me? '
‘ dunno, ’ there wasn’t really much to have a problem with. ‘ fits my brand, i guess. you’re a ‘cool young teen’ and my heydays are long gone. i s’ppose it’s JEALOUSY? maybe your inability to KEEP TRACK of the receipts you get from the cemetery for arrangements? what do you do? eat ‘em? as some sort of youth fuel? . . . i don’t get it. ’










