She winced, knowing what was to come, "Calpurnia." She closed her eyes again, embarrassed by the extravagant name - a name with which no one but a helplessly romantic mother with an unhealthy obsession with Shakespeare would have considered saddling a child.
Sarah MacLeanShe can't force us to go to the ball. We're grown men, for Lord's sake!" Will cocked an eyebrow at his younger brother. "You don't think she can force us? We are speaking of the same mother, correct? Small frame, enormous will?
Sarah MacLeanBenedick looked to the ceiling as though begging for divine patience. Or for the Lord to strike his sister down. Callie couldnโt quite discern which.
Sarah MacLeanI . . . hit him . . . elsewhere.โ โWhere?โ โIn his . . .In his inguine.โ โOh, dear God.โ It was unclear whether Ralstonโs words were meant as prayer or blasphemy. What was clear was that the woman was a gladiator. โHe called me a pie!โ she announced, defensively. There was a pause. โWait. Thatโs not right.โ โA tart?โ โYes! Thatโs it!โ She registered her brotherโs fists and looked to Simon. โI see that it is not a compliment.โ โNo. It is not.
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