“You know, Heather,” Johnston was stamping his feet to warm them while they waited for Jake to return from finding out how things worked here at Blackjack, “Sometimes my son’s an idiot. Can’t see a good deal, even when it’s right in front of him.”
Heather blinked at him, trying to decipher what he was saying. “I’m sorry, Mr Green, I’m not sure I….”
“Just….” Johnston shot Heather a sideways look, and she wondered if he maybe thought she was an idiot too, but then he smiled at her. “Just stick with him. Be patient. He’ll work it out eventually.”
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Nice! I can see Johnston doing exactly that; thank you for sharing.