“What? What is he going to say, Byron? I need to know. You promised me: no surprises.”
Byron looked at her thoughtfully for several minutes, studying her anxious face.
“No matter what I promised, Maggie, life is still full of the unexpected. I should know. I’m one hundred and forty years old next Tuesday.”
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