“Who has 41 books in their to-be-read pile?!”
“It’s not that bad!”
“It is that bad. There is a bedroom in this house only for your books!”
“I warned you. I warned you before you asked me to move in.”
“You did but it’s getting out of hand. You just bought another book when you have so many to read already!”
“You sound like my mother.”
“Do I? Well, maybe she was onto something.”
“Don’t give me that shite. I love books. You knew this. I read a lot. You knew this too.”
“Yes but-”
“No, no. No ‘buts’. I accept your bizarre instrument collection that take up one bedroom and a half so do not give me shite about my books. Unlike you, I actually use them.”
“I’ve bought two instruments in the last two years and you’ve bought about a hundred books in the same timeframe!”
“I. Read.”
“Yes but 41 books. 41!”
“It’s actually 43. You forgot to count the ones on your bedside table.”