“What are you smirking about?” she demanded. “Nothing.” “Liar.” Like a fool, he blurted out, “You’re little.” She snorted. “You’re disgracefully tall. What’s your point?” “Disgracefully?” “It’s indecent,” she said. “You can’t possibly need all that height. One sugar or two?” “Three.” She wrinkled her nose and repeated, “Indecent. Sit down.” Apparently, Ruth Kabbah did not make requests; she gave orders. Evan was okay with that.
