Elliot cut her off by raising his hand. “How am I to interpret your eye roll?” Her mouth flapped open and closed. “What? No, I didn’t—” “No, you did,” he replied. “From where I’m sitting, you rolled your eyes because either you don’t believe Josephine isn’t a fussy baby, or you don’t consider what Catherine had to say about her own child valid. Which is it?” She grew beet red from her throat to her forehead. “That isn’t what I meant, Elliot. It’s just—” “It’s Mr. Levy, and I know exactly what you meant.”
