Chapter 15

He bent down over the back of her chair, both as an opportunity to glance down her blouse at her breasts, and to whisper something to her which I couldn't hear, but Laura blushed. He rested a hand on her shoulder, kind of massaging it, while he whispered something else. I was pretty sure it wasn't an invitation to dance, since there was no dancing. He did glance at me to determine if I was going to raise an objection, but I more or less just kept an eye on him without causing a scene, which seemed to give him more confidence that he wasn't barking up the wrong tree. He whispered a few more things in her ear. Bold move on his part.

Laura tapped the top of her glass three times.

"Excuse me, sir," I finally said. "We're trying to have a meal here. Please allow her to finish it. We'll meet you on the porch when we're finished. Is that all right with you, Mary Poppins?"

"Yes, Master."

When she said that,