"Mary Poppins, don't you love us?"
The question lingered as I watched the children go skipping off up Cherry Tree Lane with their father, mother, and mended kite- without saying goodbye; as Beaky (that's my umbrella-handle) was so kind as to point out.
"And what would become of me, may I ask, if I loved all the children I said goodbye to?"
Practically perfect people never lie. They simply... evade (when necessary).
But the question surprised me, coming from Jane; it was unlike her not to see past the end of her nose. It was right there in the advertisement, after all: Item 14. Between the interdict on castor oil and gruel, and the barley water clause.
Did she honestly think I would have accepted any position for which I did not meet the qualifications?