“Then once again, you are fortunate. Have you looked at the back of your neck lately? I expect not. Give it a feel, since you know so little!”

She has never been a fan of patience. It only seems to entail more waiting around for things to happen when she would prefer them to happen immediately, as she arranges them. It does not help matters to be so cruelly beset by the incurious masses of the world.

“I would be able to tell your blood type, if you permit me to take a sample,” she says, crisply, and adds as very much an afterthought, “It won’t hurt.”