Okay, I said. I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house. Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric...
What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on...