Heathcliff by Peter Gallagher for September 17, 2021

Wait your turn from a di"seat" (discreet) distance.

Grandpa doesn’t have a chance.

I didn’t knews he reads newspapers.

“Heathcliff, get off my chair!”

this calls for a love seat

I think it’s very clear who the real master is here.

“I will turn your face to alabaster; Then you’ll find your servant is your Master; Oh, you’ll be wrapped around my finger…” – The Police