Chapter 7
“Elwood! What do you have? You’re incredibly handsome. You’re strong. You’re kind to a fault. You’re a talented artist who can translate a rough pencil sketch into beautifully intricate ironwork. You run a business in what’s now one of the most expensive bits of real estate in town. You’re popular and funny and an all-around decent human being. I don’t see the problem.”
And that was the problem. She didn’t say anything about being smart. I doubted I was all them other things, but I knew I was stupid. When it came down to picking out husband material, stupid was a killer.
Even though I was blushing cuz she believed all them nice things, I muttered, “Thanks, Hazel.” I told her I had to get back to work. After I paid for lunch, of course.