Chapter 12 first quarter

I must admit that I was not happy about Meghan's sudden departure, maybe she just got bored of us all of a sudden. But for a girl, life here is not very interesting after all.Back home, at least she had the two kids and Elsie Holland to keep her company. I heard Joanna's voice coming back, and I moved quickly, lest she make some sunday nonsense. Shortly before lunchtime, Owen Griffey drove to visit, and the gardener had already prepared the necessary things for him. I dragged Owen in for a drink while old Adams was busy loading things into the car.He refused to stay for lunch. Joanna was already at work when I poured sherry into the house.

At this moment, she showed no sign of hating him at all, she sat on the corner of the sofa, and obviously happily asked about Owen's work situation, and asked him whether he preferred to study a certain subject or all subjects.She also said that she thinks the job of a doctor is one of the most interesting jobs in the world. After all, Joanna was a naturally lovely listener, and after hearing so many unappreciated complaints of down-and-out geniuses, listening to Owen Griffey was nothing. Owen talked to her about certain obscure reactions or injuries in very technical terms. As a matter of fact, I believe no one but his peers could understand what he was saying, but Joanna seemed to understand and be interested.

For a moment, I felt uneasy that Joanna was doing something so wrong.Owen Griffey was too good to be teased like this.Women are devils. But when I saw Griffey's profile, his slender cheeks, and the serious line of his lips, I was not sure if Joanna could achieve her goal.And anyway, there's no reason for a man to let a woman make a fool of himself.If he lets a woman play tricks, it means he is being too careless. Then Joanna said: "Please stay and have lunch with us, please, Dr. Griffey." Griffey blushed and said yes, but his sister would wait for him for lunch. "We will call and explain to her." After Joanna finished speaking, she immediately walked into the hall to make a phone call.

I noticed that Griffey seemed a little uneasy, and it occurred to me that he might be a little afraid of his sister. Joanna walked in smiling and said everything was fine. So Owen Griffey stayed for lunch, looking very happy.We talked about books, plays, world situations, music, paintings, and modern architecture. We haven't mentioned Lynstack, the anonymous letter, or Mrs Symington's suicide at all. All went well, and I thought Owen Griffey must be having a good time, his dark face glowing, and his interest in everything going on. After he was gone, I said to Joanna, "That guy is too kind, you shouldn't be teasing him."

"It's all your words!" Joanna said, "You men all breathe out of one nostril!" "Why are you chasing him so hard? Joanna, is it because your vanity was hurt?" "Maybe," my sister said.