From over the top of the boxes Reinette could see Jack rushing to catch the door, his fingers just catching the edge. The heat on her arms was beginning to grow past pleasant to vaguely uncomfortable. She shifted slightly as the door shut.
"How was I to know. He never asked for money."
It seemed logical enough.
"I do understand the concept of paying for things Jack. I have not always lived in Versailles. Did you not read that is your books?"
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Date: 2010-03-31 04:02 am (UTC)"How was I to know. He never asked for money."
It seemed logical enough.
"I do understand the concept of paying for things Jack. I have not always lived in Versailles. Did you not read that is your books?"
She was, perhaps, smiling.
"I was once decidedly middle class."