Mr. Judy sniffed. "What happened that time—between the three of us—we never talk about it, I know that ... And for God’s sake, after this, let’s not ever talk about it again." She lowered her voice. "But privately—that thing we did—with the tequila and the benwa balls and the big rubber hammock—yeah, I remember it just as well as you do, and I blame myself for that. Completely. I take that entire karmic burden upon myself. I absorb all guilt trips, I take upon myself complete moral accountability. Okay, Leggy? I’m responsible, you’re not responsible. You happy now?"