Re: Call: Alexander/Eloise
Love, yes, but different. We were raised together, in the same uncaring halls and with the same unloving marble beneath our feet. You forgive me things Gabriel never shall. [A smile.] I think you the perfect Freddy Eynsford Hill, as I prefer the Shaw to the Greek. I do not think you Henry Higgins. [A light laugh, and then the clink of a spoon against the tea cup again.] Do you have patience for a kiln, darling?