She had to give Arthur – dear old Art – credit for standing near her long enough to have more than a three-word-exchange, which was the most she sometimes got if she were not blanked completely once recognised; he was a good sport.
Entirely lacking in self-preservation, but a very good sport. And at least Gwenog had a gingerbread man as consolation for the moment.
“Bless her,” Ester said, and then took her opportunity to make him squirm. “Her mother’s still in the picture, then?” she asked, with the air of being pleasantly surprised. “I can’t say I’d have wagered on you still being married by now.” Fortunate that she didn’t have enough money to be a betting woman, probably. She arched an eyebrow. “I’m impressed.”
But Ester knew full well how these things went. He might still be clinging to marriage and to his own respectability as best he could, but they both knew that was little better than painting over cracks.
Entirely lacking in self-preservation, but a very good sport. And at least Gwenog had a gingerbread man as consolation for the moment.
“Bless her,” Ester said, and then took her opportunity to make him squirm. “Her mother’s still in the picture, then?” she asked, with the air of being pleasantly surprised. “I can’t say I’d have wagered on you still being married by now.” Fortunate that she didn’t have enough money to be a betting woman, probably. She arched an eyebrow. “I’m impressed.”
But Ester knew full well how these things went. He might still be clinging to marriage and to his own respectability as best he could, but they both knew that was little better than painting over cracks.
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