It has been brought to my attention that an act of regrettable iconoclasm has occurred within my home.
A stained-glass mural, commissioned with care, kept in excellent condition, and depicting my own person with all the modest devotional restraint such a subject demands, has been damaged.
Damara.
You will present yourself in my study.
Not at your convenience. Not after the urge to flee has passed. Not when the last charming little shard has finished glittering accusingly upon the floor.
Now.
We shall discuss, with appropriate solemnity, the distinction between accident, sacrilege, and a tantrum given architectural consequences. I have prepared a chair for you. It is not comfortable enough to imply forgiveness.
Do not make me ring twice.
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