Conners’ gift...
“I give you emeralds and you're wearing this fairground trinket?”
Her hand rises to finger the bauble. “Emeralds are a bit overdone for everyday wear don't you think?” Her voice is flat. “This is fine for when I'm out and about wearing just my second-best tiara.”
“Maybe.” I toe at the carpet. “Are you going to invite me in?”
“Why are you here? I wasn't due to see you until this evening.”
“I thought we might go to lunch. There's rather a nice Italian place just opened down by....”
She rubs at her forehead. “Larry, I can't. I have an appointment in an hour...”
… My gut tightens…
“… I was just about to get bathed and changed.”
I watch my own foot, still scuffing at the carpet, apparently of its own volition. “You don't have to do this, Mitch. I'd take care of you. I
