[Booker shrugs, looking a little damp himself. Talking about his wife or anything related to her always made him go for the nearest drink but he was a little too occupied dancing with his daughter.
Not for the first time, Booker thought to himself that he didn't deserve this.]
When she managed to wrangle me into it.
[He answered, with a aborted little laugh. Not nearly enough, he thinks.]
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Not for the first time, Booker thought to himself that he didn't deserve this.]
When she managed to wrangle me into it.
[He answered, with a aborted little laugh. Not nearly enough, he thinks.]
I think she thought it was funny.