Editing The Hounds of Winter, Chapter One: Hounds Cast
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"True story," he began offhandedly."When my father was fresh out'a College he lived up in Washington at this fancy boarding house. A bunch fancy folk lived there, senators and stuff, and every once in a while 'Ole Hickory, that is, President Jackson, would come by with his wife for an evening. My daddy would talk about how they was more just folks than what you'd think of a president and his wife also how when they got to the house Rachey, that is, Mrs. Jackson, would be all nervous-like and twitchy, kind of like you are now. That is until she got a chance to step out to the back porch." He pulled two small cigars from his bag and offered her the choice. "I believe this is what you are looking for, Ma'am."<br><br> | "True story," he began offhandedly."When my father was fresh out'a College he lived up in Washington at this fancy boarding house. A bunch fancy folk lived there, senators and stuff, and every once in a while 'Ole Hickory, that is, President Jackson, would come by with his wife for an evening. My daddy would talk about how they was more just folks than what you'd think of a president and his wife also how when they got to the house Rachey, that is, Mrs. Jackson, would be all nervous-like and twitchy, kind of like you are now. That is until she got a chance to step out to the back porch." He pulled two small cigars from his bag and offered her the choice. "I believe this is what you are looking for, Ma'am."<br><br> | ||
| − | That stopped her in her tracks | + | That stopped her in her tracks and Quentin learned Josephine was no stranger to the vice of smoking. Yet she took the miniature cigar from him almost shyly and he was struck by the sudden intimacy of lighting up as she leaned in toward the match flame. The pleasure of the first draw made her eyelids flutter and she sank into her seat with a sigh. She visibly relaxed and he eased back, only then aware how tense her pacing had made him. ''That's better''.<br><br> |
"Thank you," she breathed and blew the smoke delicately aside. She eyed him through the haze and said, "I hope you do not intend to address me as 'Ma'am' for the entire mission, Quentin. It would blow our cover."<br><br> | "Thank you," she breathed and blew the smoke delicately aside. She eyed him through the haze and said, "I hope you do not intend to address me as 'Ma'am' for the entire mission, Quentin. It would blow our cover."<br><br> | ||
