Bassinger, who is coming to our wedding, and get his comments, too. How's that for good, sensible
preparation?"
He stared at me.
"I just mean to do the right things for us.
'Willow, to protect you as well as myself and our
family."
"And I'm grateful for that. You won't charge us
for it, will you. Thatcher?"
He looked startled, then laughed when I smiled, "Now I know more about why I love you so."
he said. "You are the most mature and sensible young
woman I have met yet. What a bonus to add to your
beauty."
"Compliments will get you everywhere," I said.
He smiled and then kissed me.
"You can use my fax machine, if you like, and
get it to Mr. Bassinger right away."
"Good. Let's do that."
He called in his secretary and had her carry out
the arrangements.
"Well, then." he said. "that's over with. We
won't mention it again."
"Unless my attorney has something to suggest,"
I said.
"Of course."
He told me he had a very important dinner
meeting to attend and asked if I wanted to join him. "No. I think I'd better stay home tonight. I'm
picking up Amou at the airport tomorrow, and my
mother is nervous about everything."
"Sure, Okay. I'll see you later, then." he said.
and I left.