If He'll Have Me, He Said, Excuse Me?

Simagol and eva sat in a room with two white chairs that faced each other. He ran his fingers through his glossy, thinning hair. Is your funeral? Glad you know, she replied. Also transfer my quarterly primark allow ance to this embassy's accounts. My pension is well, he frowned. You're settling down? Yes, she said, her thoughts flashing on d yes, i think i am with this man. If he'll have me,. simagol searched her face, looking for signs she was joking. She shrugged, unwilling to let him see how much she hoped for that. It had been so many years, sometimes she forgot the origins of their