Sleepy Fox Hollow The way she goes, Bubs

Anselm's bristled fur began to settle. He'd expected some fisticuffs, maybe further banter -- but turned out, as soon as you were pleasant, Suzu was pleasant back. If Anselm could call his version of suppressed niceties pleasant.

He had not been thanked in a long time. He grunted noncommittally in answer. Do not thank me. Thank your brother. He motioned for Suzu to follow, beginning to make for the rendezvous. If it was up to me, I vould turn away anyvonne who came to my door. Your brother has other designs. Tidy or not, Suzu had made one thing known to Anselm -- her relationship with the seaborn man made her tangentially safe from Anselm's outright hostility.

But it did not guarantee his hospitality.