Something tells me he’s just that arrogant. Not foreshadowing here, just expressing my own opinion of the man.
Then again, arrogance can lead to sloppiness, so there’s that possibility as well.
Threats of murder should not make one laugh, but yeah, I laughed.
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Shows how truly incensed he is if he’s willing to risk his career when it’s barely started.
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One last thing, I’m betting Simmone and Trixie’s attendance at the Bolshoi performance was, shall we say, uneventful? 🤔
Oops, Correction required because i was looking at an old Word file rather than the published chapter. FCB was born 6 weeks early (due in April) on Sunday, February 17 on the weekend preceding President’s Day. Thank you, Sunday dinner rules for the assist.
Goodnight My Angel Ch. 10.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program…
I like your take on his situation, and it is making me take a look at him in a different light.
If his behaviour is coloured by events of the recent past, he needs to let it go and move on, because right now, he seems to be shooting himself in the foot.
I went for a walk earlier when it was nice and sunny. Now, I’m huddled under a blanket and my nose is cold. Funny how things change when the sun goes away…
I hope you all had a great day.
I see a “partners in crime” relationship in the making…
I would have said cheeky, but playful works. Nice to see this side of Austin.
That explains his playful mood. The afterglow has yet to fade. Just saying…
The First Lady is 100% correct. This initiative is thanks to Infanta - and Lupe - and her positive interaction with CJ, Owen, and Liebe. Another nanny might have just come and done the job as required, but Infanta has gone the extra mile because that is her nature. She generally (I just knew there was something wrong with that word) genuinely cares about taking care of all of them and is not looking for Brownie points.
Yes, I’ll admit that’s true, because my mom is one of those cautious slowpokes on our city streets.
Mind you, they’re not all like that. I still remember hearing stories about my cousins’ grandfather tooling around town in his Mustang when he was 87. Yes, that’s right, when he was 87 years old.