““Oh, Timmy—I’ve been so worried”—as usual. She was worried last night, she was worried this morning—she did a lot of worrying in those days. “I didn’t know where—” Then she saw Sam behind me. For a minute I thought the impossible: that she recognized him. Her forehead and eyes pinched into a question. But then they smoothed out clear again. Sam, of course, was just standing there with that basset expression of pure dumb hopeless love. Things had to be joggled on. I rushed into the silence that ...was holding us all apart. “Aunt Lucy, this is Mr. Bassinger. He’s an old friend of Lorenzo’s and mine; we met him this morning driving around, and since he’s an old friend of Lorenzo’s and mine, I thought I’d—I thought I’d—” About here I ran out of steam. But Aunt Lucy came to my rescue. “You thought you’d bring him up to say hello.” She smiled. “That’s right!” I said. “I’m so glad you did. How do you do, Mr. Bassinger?” She held out her hand.MoreLessRead More Read Less
You can download books for free in various formats, such as epub, pdf, azw, mobi, txt and others on book networks site. Additionally, the entire text is available for online reading through our e-reader. Our site is not responsible for the performance of third-party products (sites).
User Reviews: