Yes, it is hard for me to accomplish anything much with all these dreary Green witches screeching in my face.
Just because Mr. Green started his career worked at McClellan's Five and Ten Store in Oklahoma City, that does not mean that I have any thought of these dreary Green witches. The McClellan who was my mother's cousin might have lived in Tulsa, although I really don't remember. I never really met those people in person, just saw the Christmas cards. I can't be expected to keep track of all these distant cousins, much less their Green dime store clerks that nobody ever heard of.
So what are you saying, that I deserve to die? So?
