Then she put her arms around him and kissed him soundly. “Not particularly,” she said after the kiss. “I think you’d make a wonderful father.�...�“You’d do that for me?” he asked, his eyes wide.“The idea doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it should.” She grinned.“What about Dad?” he asked.“If he was here, instead of there, it would be him knocking me up,” she said simply. “But he’s not here, where he should be.” She used women’s logic, which simply disregarded the fact that he was needed in his. At two that afternoon, wearing her ice-blue gown with an edge of ruffled lace across her freckled chest and a pair of antique combs in her unruly red hair, Anne Conroy curtsied and let the fat man with the fancy waistcoat hold her hand and smile at her. She said she was pleased to meet him, and he answered with a small bow that he was honored and asked after her father's health. Her stepmother led them to the sitting room where Anne perched on the front two inches of a wobbly chair with her. More

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