Ask R. Lutece

"I'm pleased to announce that Robert is making a great recovery. All it took was some rest and some care, hmm?"

"Can I put my shirt back on now?"

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"You're going to need to reach father back to solve your issue. The 'antagonizing' has reached far beyond just that by now."

"That question comes-up a lot between us."

"Well, I won't gossip as much as a certain snide little brother has--"

"Oh, so we've decided I'm the younger brother now? You know exactly why that isn't possible."

"--Actually, I will say so. He's clingy when he sleeps. Clings to you like a vice. He almost asphyxiated me once, on one occasion."

"An interesting happenstance, regarding her being 'cute.' Something actually happened recently in regards to that."

"Robert."

"Are you aware of the fact that Rosalind wears heels with rather high arches when with me at all times? It's so rare that I get to see her without them."

"You're playing a dangerous game."

"And without them, she is rather short. So short, infact--"

"Robert!"

"--That she comes just about to my shoulders. And to my chin, when on her tiptoes."

"We've been away for a long while. Lives such as our own tend to leave us in a back-and-forth motion between reclusive and outgoing lifestyles."

"Perhaps we're just wishy-washy."

"Maybe so."

"Constance--Robert, too, of course--keep me going. A young girl with a bright mind like her, willing to aspire to be something away from the norm, is so rare in nature. She took classes with me every Friday afternoon, before..complications..occurred. Ah. With Fink, of course.

"I still write to her, sometimes. When she needs a boost, mostly. I leave them on her desk when she sleeps, or when she's out. I never date them, but I do give her words of encouragement. It helps her, sometimes. Her mother reminds me of my own. And she, of me.

"I won't confirm or deny that the hemorrhaging does sometimes adjust how handsome he may look at a certain point in time."

"Nothing. Nowhere. Because I didn't say anything."

"Oh, someone knows something they aren't quite admitting to."