"Only a good thing Jack? I think you discredit yourself." There was teasing there, of course. A careless warmth that was perhaps easier found out in the sun and the day. And it was a far cry from her unwillingness to allow that he was interesting. But it was the truth. And it he needed to hear it, she thought.
"Of course, I could be mistaken."
There was an ease about Jack that had not been there before. Reinette wondered if he was even aware of it. She suspected not. If he was she rather thought he would begin to try, again. To push. To push himself that much further and then, hopefully, past it.
Critically Reinette surveyed the scene. It was remarkable in its own way. In France there could never have been such a gathering. People were all together completely careless in the way they presented themselves. Children playing and sprawled on blankets and even to one side a woman exposing herself to the sun in rather large amounts.
Still she found a spot that seemed quieter than most but still afforded a view of the people about them.
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"Of course, I could be mistaken."
There was an ease about Jack that had not been there before. Reinette wondered if he was even aware of it. She suspected not. If he was she rather thought he would begin to try, again. To push. To push himself that much further and then, hopefully, past it.
Critically Reinette surveyed the scene. It was remarkable in its own way. In France there could never have been such a gathering. People were all together completely careless in the way they presented themselves. Children playing and sprawled on blankets and even to one side a woman exposing herself to the sun in rather large amounts.
Still she found a spot that seemed quieter than most but still afforded a view of the people about them.
"Here, I think."