Lauren Willig Quote

Colin rubbed his neck with his hand, regarding me like a hopeful puppy dog. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer just to fling something at me and get it over with? I leaned back against the cushioned back of the banquette, folded my arms across my chest, and waited. Dempster? I prompted. Colin considered for a moment, contemplated the olive plate, considered some more, and came out with, We don't get on.That much I figured out on my own.Colin shifted restlessly in his seat. It's a long story.I patted the side of the glass carafe. We have a large carafe of wine.Colin let himself relax into a rueful grin. I really am sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into it.Since I've already been dragged, I suggested, grasping the carafe with two hands and tipping it forwards over his glass, it would be nice to know what's going on.Thanks. Colin took the glass I held out to him. He raised it an ironic salute. Cheers.