Chapter Twenty-ThreeReddylocks And The Little Bear
“Well, aren’t you glad to see me back?” asked Millie.
Tim put the note in his pocket and out of his mind, which was easy in the face of Millie’s bright-lipped smile. “I sure am,” he said, more vehemently than he had intended.
“That’s nice,” said Millie. “How about a little drinkie?”
“Why not?” said Tim.
She walked past him into the living-room, brushing him with her shoulder. “I’ll bet you’re not really an old crosspatch,” she said, turning by the fireplace and warming her behind.
“Me a crosspatch?” said Tim, pouring drinks. “I’m one of the best-natured people you ever met.”
“I thought so,” said Millie.
“Any other impression you may have received,” Tim went on, feeling suave, “can be blamed on a slight domestic disagreement that ar
