Phila hated the way the war lingered on the edge of all of life’s pieces.
“To be exact, Eve wanted to be equal to God. We only want to be equal with men.” She gazed at him, challenging.
It will take more than affronts from a little person with a big opinion of herself to influence those with whom I choose to consort.
“They do prepare tea properly at the embassy, but outside they just throw a bag in a cup and pour on hot, but not necessarily boiling water.”
“Roughing it are you, son, in the colonies?”
“Tough duty, sir.”
“Guid gear comes in sma’ bulk.”
Ay, Nana, good things do come in small packages. She’s a bonny lass.
Oh, precious little Kit and her book about the wardrobe. If only I could enter a magic place where the last few months hadn’t happened and be happy again. But make-believe doesn’t happen, there are no magic wardrobes, and one can’t undo the past.
Who let me brother in me brain?
“So, should I desire tae court ye, milady, I would hae to ride up to your castle on me white stallion an’ fight another knight frae ye?”
“Indeed, Sir Knight.”
O. C. hooted. “Weel, milady, I fear I left me stallion an’ armor back in me castle.” He said it so matter-of-factly, she almost believed he meant it.