"Hey, do you mind if I ask you a question?" I beganLiz looked over at me. "I thought you had a couple of girls. At least that's the impression I get f...om Kelsey now that she is always trying to cut you down."I sighed. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't realize how insecure she was until the day she went to test. Her father tells me she's just as bad at home." She's got a six point three. She just needs a year and a retest will get her over the top," Liz said."Well, I actually wasn't going to ask. ‘Smart librarians’ I thought, ‘They knew I wanted it more than anyone in the school, they put it away for me!’ I asked one of the ladies where it was and was so kindly told someone had already taken it out. The air left my chest. ‘Who?’ ‘Um… Blake.’ Like a horror movie I turned to look at him as he flipped a page. The cover lifted and I saw my beloved book in his hands. All the rest of the day I heard people talking about him reading it, most because they thought of it as a girls book and. ?Petti smiled. ?You want my brother. Sniffen, come here!? A moment later, a middle aged man with gray hair, and an unfortunate pot belly, dressed in a cardigan striped shirt and khakis—?Slave to J.Crew? was how Petti described Sniff—came up, holding a bit of register tape. ?I’m just-just going over the numbers, Petti.? Sniffen Courcheval said in a shaking voice. ?You said I couldn’t go to my Stamp Club meeting early tonight until I worked out the snarl—?Petti waved her hand. ?Forget that. Or. It had been a great evening and I probably had drunk a little more than I should have. When we arrived at my house, the driver jumped out and stood by my door, but didn’t open it immediately, allowing Tom time to thank me for a lovely evening, and to kiss me gently but firmly, full on the lips, his hand just brushing the hair by my ear. Then the door opened, and I jumped out, and almost before I could gather my wits, the driver was back in the car and it was away. As I got into bed, Neal half.