Oct 08, 2007 21:06
I've known this for years, but every day there is more evidence to support this claim. Today he sent me an invitation to the Feldane Ball. What a coward! I know he's avoiding me. I know that he knows that I know that he's avoiding me. That's just the kind of ne'er-do-well he is.
Ily suggests some kind of composition to make him smell bad, but I just have too much compassion for the cad to think he needs to stink too. It would drive all those tarts he hangs out with away. Then where would he be? He might be forced to read.
Met that handsome Peabody in the coffee house. He tried to convince me Errol isn't a prat. He said I should try to think the best of Errol, and expect the best. But all I see is that arrogant swagger.
I wonder if I can introduce him to Flora's daughters at the ball.