She was more affronted that he would not engage in conversation about Mrs. Haversham’s daughter’s adventures in Spain, but she would go off in search of Eamon to chat with instead later. Lowri’s eyes narrowed at her son over her embroidery, and she sniffed delicately. How she missed the days when her children would immediately take the bait. It appeared as if she’d taught them rather well in the fine art of verbal jousting.
Fine then.
She contented herself to finishing the leaf of the rose she’d been embroidering. Lowri searched in vain for a way to parry but instead found herself lacking. Blast. “You must describe her to me, Don Juan, you know your mother’s memory is not as good as it used to be.” No, in fact it was far better than it used to be (it had to, keeping up with all of her children’s antics was as time consuming as Odysseus warring with Poseidon at sea). “You speak of this woman as if you’d had some recollection of her previously.”
Fine then.
She contented herself to finishing the leaf of the rose she’d been embroidering. Lowri searched in vain for a way to parry but instead found herself lacking. Blast. “You must describe her to me, Don Juan, you know your mother’s memory is not as good as it used to be.” No, in fact it was far better than it used to be (it had to, keeping up with all of her children’s antics was as time consuming as Odysseus warring with Poseidon at sea). “You speak of this woman as if you’d had some recollection of her previously.”
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