Mobley's Law, A Mobley Meadows Novel - Plot & Excerpts
He’d always been nervous around fine ladies, feeling himself something of a hick, out of his element. But he was drawn to this woman. He felt a strong need to reach out even if the result was mortal embarrassment. He bowed and graciously swept his hat in a vertical circle, dislodging a fine dust from the roof of the car which filtered down in an almost unseen cloud, causing Lydia to sneeze. She produced a small kerchief as if by magic, and touched it over her nose. Mobley’s grandfather Angus had always bowed when meeting a lady. Mobley believed it the proper thing to do, though it did make him feel a little foolish. Mrs. Sweetgrass seemed to understand. She smiled, blinked her eyes, and touched the kerchief to the side of her mouth, as if rearranging her lip rouge. Mobley straightened. “May I join you, Mrs. Sweetgrass?” “Of course, Judge Meadows. I’d be honored. But I’d rather you called me Lydia.” “Of course, Lydia.” Mobley sat down beside her, his knees drawn up as inconspicuously as he could make them.
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