Well, that would do it, he supposed. Alfred took a drink and wondered if he could will his cheeks not to flush at the idea that Jo had been calling him handsome behind his back. After last Sunday the cat was out of the bag, he supposed, but that didn't change the nerves at hearing it out loud. He had known a year ago that she would have been perfectly happy to kiss him, if he'd let her, but that could have been a matter of convenience — right place, right time, right feeling. Having her just come right out and say she thought he was handsome was something else entirely.
"So how much of the letter did you spend talking about how handsome I was before insisting we needed our privacy?" he said; a joke but a dry one. He glanced off for a moment, shook his head, and took another drink. "No wonder Zelda's so upset."
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER
"So how much of the letter did you spend talking about how handsome I was before insisting we needed our privacy?" he said; a joke but a dry one. He glanced off for a moment, shook his head, and took another drink. "No wonder Zelda's so upset."
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER