He gazed at me blankly. “Do ya hear yourself? Sow’s ear, my eye. You’re, you’re …” He took a deep shuddering breath. “You’re beautiful, Vega Jane.” Now he turned so very red in the face that I thought he was choking. “Thank you, Delph,” I said quite sincerely, although I was also blushing. The only Wugs to ever call me beautiful were my parents and my grandparents, and I had always believed they had done so out of a sense of duty.
STOP THIS IS SO CUTE
