"You - insolent - imbecile - !"
"Illustrious, ingenious, irregular -"
"Don't interrupt me!" Jerome wagged his finger at Vincente, then pointed at the gravy-brown coat the latter was wearing. "What do you think you're doing? Trying to scare me?"
"Still," Vincente said demurely, "I did succeed."
"Shut up. And don't grin like that Cheshire Cat. What do you want?"
Vincente dug into the coat and revealed a book. "Happy birthday."
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
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