The girl appraised him for an instant, then smiled (good heavens, was that a dimple?). "Thank you ever so much. My ankles are a little weak, you see, so my poor aunt was compelled to carry it, out of concern for me.” The poor aunt was wheezing, one hand trembling on her scant bosom. I offered her my arm for support and she took it gratefully.
What a bitch
Please author, don’t make her a good person at the end. Sometimes people are catty bitches. Just let them be
