i've got a mustang it'll do eighty, you don't have to be my baby
Their wedding day goes off without a hitch, and Miss Elizabeth Weir becomes Mrs Frederick Abberline with a perfunctory touch of lips and the declaration of a small-minded man who thinks he knows more about her situation than she does.
He is wrong.
For all her wheedling, Elizabeth cannot acquire the surname she would like best (and ruefully admits the alliteration would irk her within days). With her dear friend in something of a bind (literally, as she recalls; he didn't much appreciate her commentary), the solution has been clear to her from long before she led others to it.
The Abberline household, in the evening, is warmly lit, smoke curling towards the ceiling and the distinct and familiar aroma of alcohol in the air. Understated laughter accompanies the evening's entertainment of recounting the day's exploits, endeavors and did you know what they were saying--?
If Inspector Abberline's children favor their mother's fair complexion, that's hardly worth gossiping about, now. Is it.
[[I'M NOT SORRY AT ALL. CLAIRE MADE ME DO IT.]]
He is wrong.
For all her wheedling, Elizabeth cannot acquire the surname she would like best (and ruefully admits the alliteration would irk her within days). With her dear friend in something of a bind (literally, as she recalls; he didn't much appreciate her commentary), the solution has been clear to her from long before she led others to it.
The Abberline household, in the evening, is warmly lit, smoke curling towards the ceiling and the distinct and familiar aroma of alcohol in the air. Understated laughter accompanies the evening's entertainment of recounting the day's exploits, endeavors and did you know what they were saying--?
If Inspector Abberline's children favor their mother's fair complexion, that's hardly worth gossiping about, now. Is it.
[[I'M NOT SORRY AT ALL. CLAIRE MADE ME DO IT.]]