she turned and nailed him with a look you wouldnt think such a kinny odd palinish thing could deliver such a blistering stare but she managed the first thing you ought to know about me mr scott is i dont like being told what to do secondly we both know special automotive toolbox was your name for whatever distraction you were going to cook up to keep me away from the car and of course now we see why benedick stiffened defensively he strode forward and snatched the branch in one hand the hood slammed closed here's a riddle for you miss clark since you're so clever if you figured out we were trying to keep away from the car why venture out to do precisley that obviously you were hiding if you ask me it speaks of a naturally rebellious nature you yourself claimed the character flaw with pride now, as i recall you were retrieved early this morning from inwood near northern manhattan which anyone can tell you is the location of a home for wayward and criminal girls the conclusion practically draws itself he turned the branch in his hand faux casually examining the knots a nd lines in the wood seems to me you are at the charity of your relatives with a reputation for trouble i consider it a kindness to tell you that it might behoove you to mind your own business color flooded into beatrice's cheeks however it looked less like the flush of embarrassment than like a building rage her chin lifted she inhaled through her nouse and benedick felt a little as if he were at the end of a gun being cocked to fire fair point beatrice said though it belongs the question mr scott of how a city prep boy lnows a countryside hous and its occupants so well you are clarly rich clearly educated and as an actual rebel i consider it a kindness to tell you that you are but an amateur for all your astute observation it seems to me you and i are in the same spot subject to the same mercies she stepped closer benedick resisted the urge to put back the distance between them if we are destined to be enemies she said remember this i belong to hey nonny nonny by blood and you belong only by hwat happens to be arrogant whimsy sir benedick started at this frizzy haired blight on his sanctuary and had the uncanny feeling of resuming an eternal battle destiny indeed who says we must be enemies he said switching trackshe tossed the branch aside and offered a smile beatrice did not return it if you care so much then go ahead and finish your good deed of the day sap's that way if you need it he pointed at the woods beyond hey nonny nonny and took two steps toward the house but unable to help himself turned back he held out his hands every bit of his oily dirty sweaty ruined clothes on display what about me is clearly rich? beatrice laughed her laugh was as uninhibited and untidy as the rest of her mr scott even if a little ground ends up on your clothes it doesnt stop you from walking on it as if you owned it his father walked like that benedick didn't did he having no other reply he went inside this time to the kitchen the pantry kitchen was barely bigger than his own bedroom a stove an icebox one rickety cupboard and ladles and spoon hanging from bent iron nails mostly it served as the secret entrance for the speakeasy maggie was at the deep sink up to her elbows in a bucket of water on her tiptoes so she could reach all the way in he recognized the growling set of her mouth and knew she was pondering the value of one good scream hello mags he said shae straightened ben how you whoa she held up a hand and took a step back you smell like a drunk man buried alive and dug up again exactly she gave him a funny look i dont smell like a prep schoo graduate now do i dunno only rich white boys get away with being strange as you are her eyes crinkled at his frown she flicked filmy water at him im joking what're you doing washing dishes whats it look like never mind ive got five sets to practice for the masquearde and the band will be here tonight but the stack is taller than prince and all anybody can
