“It's a doorstop. It's meant to be a joke. I mean, we never need to keep doors open, we need more time with them closed. She closes her eyes and smiles. "Thanks, Peter!" "That's all right, I hope ... well, I mean..." "That I'll need it one day?" she says gently. "Yes!" I say with relief. Margot always seems to know what I mean. Anne is in and out of my room all day, needing to go up to the attic. First it's for coffee and then it's for potatoes. "I'm spoiling Margot!" she says. "What else have I... to give her but my labor?" I get up quickly and move my papers from the attic steps. Hide the drawings. It's taken me a while to get it, but now I'm sure. Anne's decided to fall in love with me. It was Margot who gave me the clue. "Anne keeps coming into my room," I told her. "Oh!" said Margot. "She's probably being Deanna Durbin in a sports car desperately hoping yet another man won't fall in love with her!" And she held her hand over her mouth. "That was unkind," she said. "Sorry." "No," I tell her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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