I receive a small sum for spending time with Dahlia Man. It is a small percentage of my earning capability, and I have told him many times that it is not what keeps me coming. Dahlia Man has become a true friend whose company I enjoy very much. It is therefore, with great difficulty that I let Dahlia Man's neice, who manages secretarial matters for him and stands to inherit his estate, tell me what to do. She has taken to leaving me notes as if I have the intelligence of a halfwit and am completely incapable of using judgment. Furthermore, she behaves as if Dahlia Man possesses no greater intelligence.
Pardon my diatribe, but I am apt to say worse to her if I don't say it somewhere.