“You’re lookin at me like I shouldn’t oughtn’t ‘a’ gone there,” I said to my lamp, Lucia.
She looked at me with an expression that is nearly impossible to describe, a sort of prim and sly “if the shoe fits” kind of thing.
“Indeed I shouldn’t oughtn’t ‘a’,” I said, collapsing in laughter. “‘Help, Mr. Wizard!’ … how would you describe it? 'I don’t wanna be a rggnnnflgghhhht anymore!’”
It’s fun being brujaja.
I’m just sayin’.