He said, "Still she's hardly my ideal woman."
"But really!" I said. With sarcasm.
"I never have cared much for women who screech and yelp if they don't get everything they want when they want it. Other peoples' husbands, for instance. But I do like women who are easy to look at."
"So I've noticed!" I snapped.
"Still, I'm not partial to blondes. I like them slim, with white skin, black hair, amber eyes, long lashes, competent hands, minds of their own even though cockeyed, sympathetic even when it's not quite bright to be so, with a shop in which you love to sit around and prattle, lots of friends - "
"You seem to have someone in mind."
"I have. Definitely," Patrick Abbott said.
I could feel my color coming up like a sunrise. I looked at him again. He was watching me. With an eyebrow up I must admit that he was putting me in a state of great mental confusion. But it was very agreeable.
(from The Turquoise Shop, by Frances Crane)
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