Since Henry doesn’t speak to common village folk if he can help it, he’s always behind on gossip and probably has no idea that I’ve been drooling over Olu like a besotted puppy. But the man’s finally taken his head out of his arse long enough to notice something, and I don’t want him to take that something out on Olu. See, you never can tell what rich people might do. They don’t think in straight lines. It’s like, the more money they were born with, the fewer logic points they get.
