Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.
But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.
I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.
I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.
I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.
For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.