Tom Jones has a tendency to blow things out of proportion, wallow in grief, and throw himself blindly into unsafe situations when he feels upset. Losing his lover certainly counts as something to be distraught over and Tom has earned every right to something incredibly stupid. But he is trying to break this habit and he is now desperately ( Read more... )

Enter: a young lady with a wonderful profile. She's willowy, blonde, imperious, and very well and expensively dressed in a 1930s-intellectual kind of way. She sweeps in confidently, tugging at one glove as she walks, then comes to an abrupt halt as she takes in her surroundings. This isn't Bumpleigh Hall. How could it not be Bumpleigh Hall? ( Read more... )