Good for you, Tybalt thought again, trying not to groan at the way she had just snapped at him. She’s family now she’s family now she’s family, he reminded himself, determined to be civil until he had made it out the door again.
Yeah, and eventually even the idiots would figure it out, when Elsie started showing or had to stop working or when the baby was actually here, but Tyb – Tyb had no idea what Mrs. Cavanaugh was asking him. “What I’m going to do?” he echoed dumbly, tilting his head quizzically. Was he supposed to have a plan for this? Was he supposed to have a time-turner to take him back and undo this, or a get-out-of-scandal-free card stuffed in a pocket somewhere? What did she want to hear him say?
(What had he decided to do, except maybe muddle through?)
Yeah, and eventually even the idiots would figure it out, when Elsie started showing or had to stop working or when the baby was actually here, but Tyb – Tyb had no idea what Mrs. Cavanaugh was asking him. “What I’m going to do?” he echoed dumbly, tilting his head quizzically. Was he supposed to have a plan for this? Was he supposed to have a time-turner to take him back and undo this, or a get-out-of-scandal-free card stuffed in a pocket somewhere? What did she want to hear him say?
(What had he decided to do, except maybe muddle through?)
