“What’s senility?” asked the imp at the kitchen table.
“Loss of memory that’s usually associated with old age,” I replied absently.
He laughed and then stopped abruptly, smiling at me at for just a moment. Barely controlling a grin, he looked back at his computer with a strange, happy expression on his face. It wasn’t discretion or valor. It was the smile of someone who is saving something special for rainier day.
