I don’t know where Marlo go this necklace, but when she saw me draping it over Chuck’s head she was about to make a fuss but then changed her mind.
“He’ths a KEEN!” she squealed.
“A king?” I asked.
“YESTH! A KEEN!”
And I decided right then that if anyone comes along and tries to fix that lisp I will have to find somewhere to hide the body.
