Nodding at her cousin, Poppy too stood and delicately replaced her napkin and things. Then, smoothing her dress, she accepted the arm that was offered to her and curled into it. The scent of Atticus alone was reassurance enough that everything would be alright. Even if he was cross with her, even if he was concerned, everything would be alright because she had him to support her. “Thank you,” she replied, all sweetness and delicacy. Thank you for always helping me and being the brother I always needed.
© Fox