"Oui? Is there something I can help you with?"
"I guess I look as different as you do. It's Simon...Bl....Gibson."
Robert tensed, "I remember you," he said, squinting at what was looking like a teenage girl in front of him.
"I mean, just look at you...I wasn't sure what to expect," Simon said. "I mean, after you stiffed me on the bill for fixing up your house...I was pretty angry...but look at you now..." Despite Simon's changes, the memory and anger was still there.
"Je n'ai pas le temps pour ça," Robert muttered. "Is there something you want?"
"Were you just speaking French? Are you French now?" Simon asked.
"I have work to do," Robert insisted.
"I thought you had people for that," Simon said. He stil had a vivid memory of being unable to see Robert when he stiffed him for the bill, only his lawyer. It had ended any association with between the two families. Simon was finding it hard to hold onto that anger, despite the fact he remembered it clearly, but it was still there. It felt like...he was more morally outraged than personally.
"If you want something done correctly, you have to do it yourself," Robert said.
"Have you been...doing things around here yourself a lot lately?"
"Of course."
"In a maid uniform?"
"It is the only thing that fits..."
Simon paused. "You...really need to think about that for a moment."
