Andrew Atroshenko What a Wonderful Life

Andrew Atroshenko What a Wonderful LifeAndrew Atroshenko Just for LoveEdward Hopper Two on the AisleEdward Hopper Corn Hill Truro Cape Cod
And now I shall circulate, so that people don’t talk and ruin your reputation,” said Casanunda, bowing and kissing Nanny Ogg’s hand.
Her mouth dropped open. No one had ever kissed her hand before, either, and certainly no one had ever worried about her “You’re not listening to a word I say, are you?”
“What?”
“You could at least find out why Magrat isn’t down here.”
l i.e., far enough so’s not to look like you’re intruding on the conversa-tion, but close enough to get a pretty good idea of what is going on.
reputation, least of all Nanny Ogg.As the world’s second greatest lover bustled off to accost a countess. Granny Weatherwax—who had been watching from a discreet distance*—said, in an amiable voice: “You haven’t got the morals of a cat, Gytha Ogg.”“Now, Esme, you know that’s not true.”“All right. You have got the morals of a cat, then.”“That’s better.”Nanny Ogg patted her mass of white curls and won-dered if she had time to go home and put her corsets on.“We must stay on our guard, Gytha.”“Yes, yes.”“Can’t let other considerations turn our heads.”“No, no.”