“But I talked with her for hours first. Just as I’m talking with you, now, for what’s already starting to FEEL LIKE hours. There’s a limit to my tolerance for even respectful dissent, is what I’m getting at here.”

Blair wouldn’t say it like that, or even think it like that at this point. But the cracks in the remaining sisters’ bonds with each other are really getting more and more evident.

Phil and I fenced more about E-Merl’s abilities: Does he need to rub his hands together, or can he just rub the ring with a few fingers to get a LITTLE fire going? Phil thought he’d established the answer was the former, but the paper trail said otherwise, and backed by narrative convenience, I won this one.