Scott longed to continue with his artistic debut, but his senses picked up on Gavin’s enthusiasm, a bubbling current that seconded his artistic appreciation of the tale. So he subsided.
“Done?”
“I don’t have to be.” He held up the journal and fanned the unread pages. “Well. Honest, now. How much of that really happened?”
“But dear one, how can you ask? I just read it. Doesn’t that make it real? Eh, professor of literature?”
Gavin grinned, sighed, and then gave that “please hurry-up time’s winged chariot” signal of his.
“Oh, all right. Fine. It captures the spirit of the day, not the facts. I confess, the real Lucy wasn’t quite that shy. It didn’t take that long to reach the nub. And in fact it was she who suggested the solution.…”
“And at long last, sir what is that solution?”
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