'Ollie, think. Sixty years old, dammit. How do you know
that he'll still be alive when you decide to forget your
disagreement?'
'I don't know, and I don't care. Now let me get on with
my work!'
'One day,' said Jenny, 'when you're having problems with
Oliver the Fifth—'
'Our son won't be called Oliver, you can be sure of that!'
I said angrily.