[ He offers a noncommittal sort of hum at that, glancing over to where she stands in the kitchen before he looks down at his cards again. He sets up that game of patience again, though he’s not interested in playing, so much as he is in doing something with his hands. ]
Not a one of them? [ He snorts out a laugh. ] Bless their hearts.
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Not a one of them? [ He snorts out a laugh. ] Bless their hearts.