Agnes and I had a serious chat over our brownies this morning. She told me how grateful she was to me for getting her life back on track, and I could see she meant it. She was quite teary, and I couldn’t help thinking what a good person I must be. I pressed her about where she was going, and reluctantly she said that Onions, who shares with Breadstick, had asked her to move in with him.
Jesus! I think it’d be preferable for me to move in with Onions and Breadstick and Agnes stay here. How does she do it? I mean, I’m blondish and she’s only a brunette. I should win. It’s not fair.
Anyway, I’m happy for her.
Really.