“Do you think that it is kind of you, Miss Pellissier,” he said, almost roughly, “to ignore your friends so? In your heart you know quite well that you could pay Sydney or me no greater compliment than to give us just a little of your confidence. His shoulders relaxed and his gaze wavered. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence. “My dear Miss Pellissier,” he said impressively, “this is an unexpected pleasure. Hell, my mom hates everyone, don’t take this personally, but she doesn’t like you very much and she isn’t shy about letting me know. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine.
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