“Are you certain I can’t donate my thumbs instead?”
“They’re lovely thumbs,” Janet replied, “but I do believe they’d better serve all of humanity attached to your hands.”
Michael met her eyes with a steady stare. “Let’s see. I have on my schedule today, my first since rising from my sickbed, I might add a meeting with the prime minister concerning my assumption of my seat in parliament, a meeting with the family solicitor so that I might review the state of our financial holdings, and an interview with our primary estate manager, who I’m told has come down to London with the express purpose of discussing the state of all seven of our family properties. At which point, might I inquire, do you wish me to squeeze in a visit to the tailor?”
The three ladies were speechless.
“Perhaps I shou
