"Out in your mailbox there is a letter," I told him. "I came with it."
He eyed me humorously. "How much postage did you cost? Or did you come second class mail?"
I was not sure that I cared for the inference, but Phillip was kidding me by the half-smile on his face. I asked, "Phil, please tell me—what is going on?"
His half-smile faded. He shook his head unhappily as he said, "Why can't you leave well-enough alone?"
My feelings welled up and I blew my scalp. "Let well enough alone?" I roared. "I'm pushed from pillar to post by everybody. You steal my girl. I'm in hokus with the cops, and then you tell me that I'm to stay—"
"Up the proverbial estuary lacking the customary means of locomotion," he finished with a smile.
I couldn't see the humor in it. "Yeah," I drawled humorlessly.
"You realize that you're probably as big a liability with us as you were trying to find us?"
I grunted. "I could always blow my brains out."
"That's no solution and you know it."