. . . well, if Jamie were one of those boys there, he wouldn't want to try and get by Helen.
He nods at her, and then creeps off across a sort of creaking porch-thing to get inside the house - inside which, it turns out, are dark grey trousers, black shoes, grey shirts, and navy-blue jackets galore, hung all about the place in semi-neat piles.
Jamie surveys the trove of clothing with immense satisfaction.
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Date: 2008-08-05 05:13 am (UTC)He nods at her, and then creeps off across a sort of creaking porch-thing to get inside the house - inside which, it turns out, are dark grey trousers, black shoes, grey shirts, and navy-blue jackets galore, hung all about the place in semi-neat piles.
Jamie surveys the trove of clothing with immense satisfaction.
Damn, he's good.