We’d spent all the next morning going through the last of the court positions… okay, so I say last of it, but we’d done a quarter between us. It would have been worrying if I hadn’t been the one to do all the work. The ability to be smug works wonders, even if you don’t use it. It wasn’t as productive as I would have liked. We had a little bit too much fun. We goaded each other, and complained, and got off topic. Not to mention the amount of time we wasted making out. Then there was Miranda, who knocked on our door no fewer than eight times in six hours. Yes, it took six hours, but we were going to have to live with these decisions. Now if anybody wants to say we didn’t think it through, it's at least possible to say that we’d honestly given it our best shot. Anyway, Miranda. It wasn’t jus
