*Jack*
“Of course, I’m home, man. I’m sitting right here,” I huff.
Before Brittles can respond, the Luna clears her throat and steps into the fray. “Saying you’re not at home is a polite way to inform someone you don’t wish to see him.”
“Didn’t think they lied in your polite world.”
“They’re not rude in my world.”
I want to argue further, but I don’t want to keep Swindler waiting. I’ll take the matter up with the Luna later. I suspect we’re going to spend a good deal of our time arguing about what each of us considers proper. I give my attention back to the butler. “Of course, I’ll see him.”
As soon as the butler has left the room, the Luna advances. “What have you done?”
“I chose not to lie and tell him I wasn’t home. I thought you’d applaud my honesty.”
“No, I mean,
