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"'Oh frabjous day! Calloo! Calleigh!' My dearest friend Alice has come to play!" Jervis clapped his hands together, causing his handcuffs' chains to rattle, and shot her a toothy grin.
Joan rubbed her temples. "Jervis, we've gone over this before. My name isn't Alice."
Perhaps it would be easier to just spend the next hour listening to him ramble on about tea and jabberwockies. As far as her coworkers and superiors were concerned, Tetch's mind, whimsical and nonsensical as it was, was an immutable entity. Whether it was really so rigid had yet to be seen, but Joan was sure of this fact: All the raises in the world couldn't change that there was no amount of money worth allowing herself to become a character in his little stories.