"I—I—" Blythe stammered a beginning, brain working a mile a minute but that knowledge nowhere near reaching her lips.
He would help her, he, who did not know anything about Blythe Fairchild and who came across as not the warmest fellow. This was not quite the earth swallowing her up, but was certainly a tolerable alternative...or it would be, if Blythe could get her damn tongue to work!
"The vestry would be best," Blythe offered softly before hurriedly adding, "or it would be, if Mr. Dursley was not presently using it for a small tea. Perhaps the rectory would be best..."
She met his eyes fleetingly as she trailed off, her own resembling very much those of a startled deer.
He would help her, he, who did not know anything about Blythe Fairchild and who came across as not the warmest fellow. This was not quite the earth swallowing her up, but was certainly a tolerable alternative...or it would be, if Blythe could get her damn tongue to work!
"The vestry would be best," Blythe offered softly before hurriedly adding, "or it would be, if Mr. Dursley was not presently using it for a small tea. Perhaps the rectory would be best..."
She met his eyes fleetingly as she trailed off, her own resembling very much those of a startled deer.
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