Through the Mail Slot

"Really, Sparks. I mean it. Your ticket is booked, your class schedule is all sorted out. You know we love having you here, Sparks, but things in the neighbourhood are a little... tense. They'll get used to us, we've stuck it out this long, I own the damn place and they don't have a leg to stand on if they want to get us kicked out of the house. But... God damn it, Sparkle, why'd you have to go and do it? Why'd you have to--"

( Lewis went on like that for a while... )

[NFB for distance and establishy, natch!]