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From the desk of Dr Bassett.

Memo to Dr Hatchjaw.

Wallace, thank you so much for your sweet note. You don’t know how much it pains me when you become cold and distant, and how relieved I am when that icy demeanour begins to thaw. I always feel that I’m waiting for the storm to pass, and to see those big, brave eyebrows of yours lift like clouds to reveal the sunshine hiding in your eyes, which slowly warms me again as you allow it to beam forth. I like it so much better when you’re happy, Wallace, and I’m glad you acknowledge that I can’t be responsible for your happiness. As you know, the situation is complicated. I can’t always be the way you want me to be. So, let’s be friends, really good friends, and accept things the way they are for the present. But if you’d like to come for a sherry later, it might do us both good. No strings, no promises.

Eudora