Millie joined them at the table, dinner plate in hand. “I did see him talking to a lot of ladies that night.”
“Any in particular that you can remember?” Mrs. Dixon looked up from pushing food around on her plate. “Phelinda, darling, please sit down, you’re making me nervous just looking at you.”
“Oh… there are just a few more things to take care of. You all start without me.”
“In the beginning of the night Mortimer talked with Annabelle MacCay, Louise Harper, Mary Osteroot.” Millie tapped her chin as she remembered.
“I don’t know how you keep track of all of those names.” Neville took a dainty bite of broccoli. “I could care less to learn the names of the town’s people.”
“That’s because you are highly antisocial.” Mrs. Dixon chided, irritable at the interruption.
antisocial
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