[ ‘Here’ is atop a seldom-patrolled wall or a stubby tower over the courtyard at night, with enough of a breeze to draw whiffs of the stink through battlements down to the open yard below. Richard is seated with his back to the stone, stifling a smoky cough past the joint pinched in his fingers.
He stretches to offer it back out to her, hair mustache and all, without cracking so much as a smile in the dark. ]
No, no. The joke goes like this: [ he coaches, mildly, before furling out the smoke he’d held in and gathering himself. ] How do you get ‘Dick’ from ‘Richard?’
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He stretches to offer it back out to her, hair mustache and all, without cracking so much as a smile in the dark. ]
No, no. The joke goes like this: [ he coaches, mildly, before furling out the smoke he’d held in and gathering himself. ] How do you get ‘Dick’ from ‘Richard?’