I looked like a complete mess the next morning. I hadnt had Smithers to bathe me, dress me, comb what little hair I had left on my headI was a disaster. I didnt want Smithers to see me like that, but I had no choice. He came in early to pour my coffee, deliver my paper, and serve my breakfast: our beloved morning routine. You already have all these routines together, Monty. Its always been a romance waiting to happen. No, no. Stop those thoughts. Theyre wrong and unrequited. Remember that.
Here you go, sir, Smithers said in an unusually flat tone of voice, bordering on angry.
I cringed, thinking of the penultimate night. Smithers, II want to apologize for the other night. I dont know what got into me. She seemed like a perfectly nice girl. And a fit bird, that one. Yes.