“Oh,” Howell said – or rather grunted – only mildly wrong-footed by that. He respected the bluntness. More words for the saying it wouldn’t have helped either of them. “Sorry to hear.”
So he forgave her the hint of snark he thought he caught in her having gathered that, and didn’t say anything else on the topic. And if he glanced surreptitiously towards his haul from the yarn and wool stall in the bag he was carrying, he was – thinking of a pattern for mittens.
Still thinking, Howell looked down at her hands, curled around the cup.
“Don’t s’pose you’ve ever seen an Opaleye?” he asked abruptly.
So he forgave her the hint of snark he thought he caught in her having gathered that, and didn’t say anything else on the topic. And if he glanced surreptitiously towards his haul from the yarn and wool stall in the bag he was carrying, he was – thinking of a pattern for mittens.
Still thinking, Howell looked down at her hands, curled around the cup.
“Don’t s’pose you’ve ever seen an Opaleye?” he asked abruptly.
