She walked back to her car, leaving them alone on the lawn. The October wind rattled the bare branches. Arthur stood rigid. Mrs. Gable sat on a low stone wall, patting Ptolemy, who had followed her out.
“I’ve given you a negotiation,” she said, smiling softly. “You’ve just chosen to see it as a threat.” the bubble house
Arthur almost smiled. “I want to make the impossible angle work.” She walked back to her car, leaving them alone on the lawn