Nothin' But A Number

Don't look at me like that.

I didn't rob the cradle.

No, really. She was six and a half when I was born.

Yes, you would think that I was the older of the two of us.

No, I don't know what happened to my youth. I just know I was old at thirteen. By twenty-six, I was positively ancient, and my hair was going gray. By - well, let's just leave that alone. We're liable to realize I died, or something.

She hasn't gotten there yet. She's still young. No, I don't know how she does it. Somehow, I don't think that she has to work at it.

Well, I don't value it in myself. But I do value it in her, and want to protect it. So if something has to give, then it's going to be me.

She's very lucky. Let's see if she has a little good fortune to spare.