Vad gjorde jag månne på den regnstormiga tisdagen då, undrar ni nu. Ja serni då adlibris har conveniently nog delat på min treböckersbeställning så fick jag en på tisdagen också (varför gör dom så? den tredje boken blir försenad, ok, men varför skicka de två andra med en dags mellanrum? nåja, inte mig emot, ju). Mera te och romance alltså. Det är så ljuvligt med böcker där de dricker en massa te, de gjorde de i den där Niffeneggerboken och de gör de i de här Quinnböckerna.
Rätt mycket brandy också.
"I couldn't sleep. I thought a glass of sherry would do the trick"
"Because you've reached the ripe old age of twenty," he said mockingly.
But she would not take his bait. She just tilted her head in a gracious acknowledgement that said - Exactly.
He chuckled at that. "Then, by all means, allow me to assist in your downfall." He stood and walked to a nearby cabinet. "But if you are going to drink, then by God, do it properly. Brandy is what you need, preferably the sort smuggled from France."
Ur The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever. (Ja här har han knappt hunnit säga "downfall" före vi förstår hur den här scenen slutar.)
"Brandy?" Lady Vickers asked, holding forth a glass.
Annabel shook her head. After the second day of receiving morning callers with her grandmother (who could not face any hour before noon without the proper libation) she had learned that it was best to stick to lemonade and tea until after dinner. "It will give me a stomachache," she said.
"This?" Lady Vickers asked, eyeing the glass curiously. "How odd. It makes me feel positively serene."
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