[ As the minutes ticked by, Will had begun to wonder if he had done something wrong. He respected her privacy enough to not stick his nose in her other conversations, though the longer he waited the more tempting the thought became. Despite himself he found that he was worrying for her. When had he become such a pushover?
When her answer came, he felt relieved for only a moment. Then came confusion. ]
Ya don't need my permission to ask a question, Marian.
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When her answer came, he felt relieved for only a moment. Then came confusion. ]
Ya don't need my permission to ask a question, Marian.