Michael
Don't lash out...
Keep your temper...
"Larry, can I have a word?"
He looks up from his reading. "Of course. What can I do for you, Michael?"
"Firstly...." I toss the wretched penguin pullover at him. One-handedly he catches it mid-air. "... You left it on the bed. Why were you in our bedroom? Mine, James' and Charlotte's. A bedroom is private space."
His forehead wrinkles. "I was watching for Baxter. That's the best room in the house for the view over the mountain. The best look-out post. And..." He holds up palms... "... after you'd let me see what you keep in the basement... "
Blackie, lying by his feet, whines. Klempner himself appears genuinely baffled.
Clueless...
And he does have a point about the playroom...
Let it pass...
"Alright, let's try this then. Why are yo
