[So it is a sort of nexus. Perhaps that had been explained upon arrival, but even if he had retained that information better, it's a great deal different in context. But he sees that reaction and knows this has evolved past the point of having this conversation in the foyer. He nods down the hallway, toward something he knows is at least more private than this, regardless of whether parts of the mansion have been repurposed. His office is still an office, he hopes, but they can make do otherwise.
Still, there is a quiet laugh that follows through the hallway. Not only has she run into him without his knowing, but it had to be him at his worst? Of course it was.] The 70s were rarely kind to any of us.
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Still, there is a quiet laugh that follows through the hallway. Not only has she run into him without his knowing, but it had to be him at his worst?
Of course it was.] The 70s were rarely kind to any of us.