"That's why your shirt would be off," Tycho said with a smirk. He sighed as Ford continued on about what he had done at the stupid ball. He let Ford go now and took another drink from his bottle of scotch.

"I can't turn it off as easily as you can." And he honestly could care less what Mrs. Greengrass thought about anything."Tell her the truth: that I don't like her and think she ruined all our lives including her own. But you are right, I acted unnecessarily. Maybe I should utilize a pensieve." Except he did not really want to do that. The hurt was part of his love now, it would cheapen it for him to take away the emotional part of his memories, he felt.