[ Ah. A point of difference. Byerly sighs windily, sits back, turning his face to the sky. ]
No, the tightfisted son-of-a-bitch - all respect due to Grandmere, but the term is accurate - is still alive, back in my time. Muttering about how much he hates...oh, who knows who he hates today? Young people, the Vorkalloner family, the Vorhalas family, the Vorkosigan family, proles, Greeks, Komarrans - it's a roll of the dice, really. Still, in your story, one must wonder why you were turned out post-demise - that's not generally how it works, at least where I'm from. Are you not the oldest son, perhaps? Or does Harmonia not subscribe to the tradition of primogeniture?
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No, the tightfisted son-of-a-bitch - all respect due to Grandmere, but the term is accurate - is still alive, back in my time. Muttering about how much he hates...oh, who knows who he hates today? Young people, the Vorkalloner family, the Vorhalas family, the Vorkosigan family, proles, Greeks, Komarrans - it's a roll of the dice, really. Still, in your story, one must wonder why you were turned out post-demise - that's not generally how it works, at least where I'm from. Are you not the oldest son, perhaps? Or does Harmonia not subscribe to the tradition of primogeniture?