Chapter Twenty
In Which I Grow Up?
With Felicia’s “I’ve Got a Secret” comeback, my life entered a whole new phase. I had vowed, at the outset of this current misadventure involving Farnsworth’s conundrum, to seek more silliness. What I got was a series of silly events, silly in the sense of wacky and improbable, but not particularly silly in the entertaining sense, at least not to me. Perhaps readers of this story, and particularly those who find the suffering of others justification for laughter and derision, will find it otherwise. No offense, glad to help.
I don’t mean to complain. It’s always better to have an audience than to suffer in silence, even if the crowd is watching you bleed to death. Having spent so much of my life so far as a loner and, to boot, a chronic worrier and ove
