I will hold you responsible. Xxx I’m sure I closed that!”
The last thing William heard from behind him was Connor Watson’s faint voice which sounded like it was saying something along the lines of “Who was that,” along with the sound of a door being slammed shut. “Right. If you’ve read as many books as I have, you’ll realize it’s a pathetically cliché method to ask someone for something. Johnson turned to leave, but William stopped him. I mean, I doubt I’d be winning any ‘best dad’ awards anytime soon.”
“Well, you would in my book!” William said. “Oh. “Oh, so you’re a literary critic now?” Johnson said, a scowl etched in his face. “Mine’s longer.”
Both boys smiled. As part of an elite cadre of UN diplomats, Mr.
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