05-24-2020, 12:19 AM
Once more, Frederic's smile grew. He shifted the long loaf of french bread he had tucked in a tight sleeve of a bag under his arm as he took her in a bit better. She was certainly a pretty woman, but in sweet, subtle ways, and Frederic surprised himself when he thought of this. He hadn't considered any person of the opposite sex attractive since Patsy died, but then again, seven years was a long time. Maybe he just hadn't been looking. He especially appreciated that Miss Calloway liked the name Clover- it was Fred's best friend's name, a man of which had passed away just a few months before his namesake was born and Patsy died, and so it meant a lot when someone said they liked it. Her question to see his clocks sometime surprised him a little, but in a good way; it wasn't often that someone wanted to see his craftsmanship when not shopping for the clocks themselves, and it was nice to find someone who was openly offering to appreciate his work.
Yet this Harold- she was a widow, yes, now Frederic remembered. All too recently, as well, he thought, and his heart went out to her, understanding her loss.
"Gladly, Miss Calloway. As I said, my shop is just past the church. Of course, I wouldn't want to trouble you the distance. You are a new mother, as I understand, and I would be more than happy to bring a few things to your residence sometime if it should suit you better."
Yet this Harold- she was a widow, yes, now Frederic remembered. All too recently, as well, he thought, and his heart went out to her, understanding her loss.
"Gladly, Miss Calloway. As I said, my shop is just past the church. Of course, I wouldn't want to trouble you the distance. You are a new mother, as I understand, and I would be more than happy to bring a few things to your residence sometime if it should suit you better."
