“What are my two choices?” he asked abruptly.
She just stared at him.
“You said I have two choices.”
She blinked, and would have looked rather adorably befuddled if he weren’t a bit too annoyed with her ire to credit her with anything that charitable. “I…don’t recall,” she finally said. “Oh, my heavens,” she moaned. “What am I to do?”
“Settling down might be a good beginning,” he said, sharply enough to make her head jerk back in his direction. “Stop and think, Frannie. This is us . Your mother will realize how foolish she’s being once she takes the time to think about it.”
“That’s what I told her,” she replied fervently.
“I mean, for goodness’ sake.
Can you imagine?”
He could, actually, which had always been a bit of a problem.
“It is the most unfathomable thing,” Francesca mutte
