Atticus raised his glass in response to her, another chuckle escaping him. “It will be my 1892 goal, Miss Dempsey.” He could only imagine what mama and Basil would think if he were to actually begin practicing the bagpipes, especially to impress a woman he never had any intentions of trying to court, let alone marry. Mama Foxwood would have a heart attack and Basil wouldn’t ever speak to him again if he accidentally killed her off.
Shaking his head, he offered her a smile. “Have a wonderful night, and do scream if you see the hag.” Atticus resisted the urge to wink at her. Instead he mimicked her movement and toasted her. Then, without saying much else, he turned around to disappear back toward a few people he knew. The night was still young, but he still felt a little pep in his step.
Shaking his head, he offered her a smile. “Have a wonderful night, and do scream if you see the hag.” Atticus resisted the urge to wink at her. Instead he mimicked her movement and toasted her. Then, without saying much else, he turned around to disappear back toward a few people he knew. The night was still young, but he still felt a little pep in his step.
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Porphyria Dempsey
Porphyria Dempsey
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