"I'm staying home."
"Um. You want to brood, eh? In F-minor."
"Sam, I need a party like a hole in the head."
"The hole's there already. You need to fill it. Get dressed. We'll go mingle."
"Sit down."
"Get dressed."
"Sit down."
Cooper cocked an eye at Lennox, then sat down in the facing wing chair. Instantly one of the Siamese leaped on him. Cooper calmly extinguished it with the chef's hat and deposited it on the floor where it struggled ecstatically.
"Death to the invaders," Cooper murmured.
After a long pause, Lennox pointed to the frantic hat and said: "Look, Sam. That's me."