Get real, Margo. Remember the fish pond. Try to get better acquainted with him–with either of them-and you’ll have to talk about yourself. The less said on that subject, the better. For everyone concerned.
Margo sighed unhappily, earning as long, curious look from Connie, then she shook herself free of the mood and said brightly, “Okay, about this charity-girl costume. Show me!”
* * *
CHAPTER NINE
Brian Hendrickson had come from a family whose older sons enlisted for life in the Royal Navy. Briana third son born in the islands-had become a historian rather than a sailor. But his military upbringing lingered in a meticulous personality and a tendency to run his library with martial efficiency. His accent, a delightfully odd one, was right at home in La-La Land.
Kit, taking advantage of Margo’s mood after the shopping trip, escorted her from Clothes and Stuff directly to the reference desk in la-la land’s library. It was-high time she started learning more than remedial math, firearms history, and martial arts.
”Brian, this is Margo, my granddaughter. Margo, Brian Hendrickson, TT-86s resident librarian.”
He smiled pleasantly and kissed the air above her hand, Continental-style. “Most pleased to meet you, Miss Margo.”
She blinked, clearly startled. Brian Hendrickson startled most newcomers to TT-86.
”Where are you from?” Margo blurted.
A dazzling smile came and went. “It is more a matter of where I am not from, actually. I was born in the British virgins, spent the first three years of my life in Glasgow, then my father was posted to Hong Kong. Let’s see …I’ve nearly forgotten the Falklands, haven’t I? I took my university degrees from Cambridge.”