"Sir John--sorry—I didn’t catch your last name?" I had, I just didn’t believe it.
He examined me with eyes that were bloodshot but not yellowed by the jaundice of liver disease, sighed and seemed to come to some kind of decision.
"The Bard dubbed me Falstaff, and many know that name. But most in your fair city call me Sir John. I was born John and won my knighthood on the field of battle."
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ReplyDeleteKristin's aplomb is fantastic. "I didn't catch your name?" and this is after seeing him rise from a crate in the shed. You go girl. :D
ReplyDeleteDon't know if I'd believe it either. I'm still creeped out by the fact he rose from the crate. LOL
ReplyDeleteSassy, Gem and Jessica, she's trying to fit him into her worldview and it's not working. A little dangerous as he's a predator--which she is considering, but possibly not in time to save herself.
ReplyDeleteI love his patience with her, as if he's waiting for the right moment to lure her in. Great six, Lynne. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Siobhan/Meg, most of what I know about predators I learned from my cats...LOL!
ReplyDeleteOoh, I am definitely adding this to my TBR-list! :D
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gayle, my favorite comment--LOL!
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