“Better say the rest of your life for the odds and ends you haven’t thought of,” said Jonathan, as he drove the last nail in a neatly headed barrel.
“Jonathan, why are you such a pessimist?”
“I’m not, except when you’re such an optimist.”
“If I’d begun by saying it would take a month, would you have said a week?”
“Can’t tell. Might have.”
“Anyway, there’s nothing bad about odds and ends. They’re about all women have much to do with most of their lives.”
“That’s what I said. And you called me a pessimist.”
“I didn’t call you one. I said, why were you one.”
“I’m sorry. My mistake,” said Jonathan with the smile of one who scores.
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