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«— Sod this,’ said Strike abruptly, ‘it’s your birthday, let’s talk about your family. What does your dad do for a living? You’ve never told me.’‘Oh, haven’t I?’ said Robin, with mild surprise. ‘He’s a professor of sheep medicine, production and reproduction.’Strike choked on his cocktail.‘What’s funny?’ Robin asked, eyebrows raised.‘Sorry,’ said Strike, coughing and laughing simultaneously. ‘Wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.’‘He’s quite an authority, I’ll have you know,’ said Robin, mock-offended.‘Professor of sheep— What was the rest of it, again?’‘Medicine, production and reprod— Why’s that so funny?’ Robin said, as Strike guffawed a second time.‘Dunno, maybe the “production” and “reproduction” thing,’ said Strike. ‘And also the sheep.»