Oh. Evander understood what she was trying to say – the sort of white lies she’d expressed in her time as him.(She had obviously done a better job of blending in than he had during the incident – he wagered she hadn’t gone fainting on anyone.) In any case, he feigned a laugh at the explanation, and wondered, absently, if he was entirely tasteless and unimaginative for sincerely liking blue.
This awkward conversation felt half-salvaged when she gave him a compliment that he didn’t need to blush at. (Of course, Evander did blush at it, but that was neither here nor there.) “Oh,” he exclaimed, internally a little pleased that she thought highly of his attention to detail – until he remembered that the events in question had hardly all unfolded decades ago, so it was not much of a feat at all. “Ah, we married in June,” he admitted, “so – er, a little less than a year.” Caroline was young enough that this hardly reflected at all on her, but the fact of it did make Evander rather self-conscious, because – if he had ever had a prime, he would certainly have been past it.
Trying to do due diligence in seeming equally interested in turn, Evander glanced at Mrs. Warbeck. “And how long have you?” Been married, he meant, quite unaware that he was putting his foot in his mouth by it. He suspected longer than he had; at any rate, she seemed more comfortable with the whole concept.
This awkward conversation felt half-salvaged when she gave him a compliment that he didn’t need to blush at. (Of course, Evander did blush at it, but that was neither here nor there.) “Oh,” he exclaimed, internally a little pleased that she thought highly of his attention to detail – until he remembered that the events in question had hardly all unfolded decades ago, so it was not much of a feat at all. “Ah, we married in June,” he admitted, “so – er, a little less than a year.” Caroline was young enough that this hardly reflected at all on her, but the fact of it did make Evander rather self-conscious, because – if he had ever had a prime, he would certainly have been past it.
Trying to do due diligence in seeming equally interested in turn, Evander glanced at Mrs. Warbeck. “And how long have you?” Been married, he meant, quite unaware that he was putting his foot in his mouth by it. He suspected longer than he had; at any rate, she seemed more comfortable with the whole concept.
