Agatha’s Hatchet: Chapter the Second
“It was a dark and stormy night.”
Wilberforce lowered his binoculars wearily, “What was?”
His companion, never taking his eyes from the alleyway before them, merely shrugged.
“In that case, I’m not sure I understand,” Wilberforce winced as he said it. He felt that this particular statement was a bit on the redundant side; it was something he had been pointedly not saying all week.
Again, a shrug, “It felt like it needed to be said.”