Luke scratched his head. Margaret was a real widow, but Natasha was not.
Besides, Natasha is not young
It can only be said that Director Sai has been a new official for the past two days, and he is a little dazed at work, and he thinks of superheroes when he hears everything.
Luke, who was traveling alone, didn't bother to drive, so he left Nassau County by car, and then took a taxi to Queens.
When they arrived at the riverside coffee shop under the north end of the Brooklyn Bridge, Margaret stood up and waved happily at him after a distance of more than twenty meters.
There are basically no poor people who can drink coffee under the bridge in this bustling metropolis during their working hours in the afternoon.
But this little widow in a white dress and a wide-brimmed sun hat still attracted many people's attention, regardless of gender.
If you say Luke is a man in casual work clothes, he is the target that most working-class people can look forward to.
A person like Margaret is the kind of person that all petty bourgeois ladies dream of becoming.
Not only because of the luxury of her clothes, but more importantly, the temperament that is clearly different from ordinary people.
Of course, according to Luke's understanding, this is actually the dressing effect that can be achieved by a woman who does not need to consider money and the convenience of work.
Just say that hat, who would wear it as an office worker? There is no place to plug it into the cubicle.
Unsurprisingly, when he came to Margaret's side, a lot of men next to him cast envious and jealous eyes.
After all, judging from his appearance, he looks like a little fresh meat who was lucky enough to find a rich lady.
A handsome face can't counteract this kind of malicious speculation from the same kind, it will only make other men more convinced that "this guy just cheats with his face".
In particular, Margaret waved her little hand with a bright smile on her face from the bottom of her heart, more like a dazed young lady.
The reality is not the Internet, there are no brain-deficient people who suddenly jump out to find a sense of presence.
Men who were interested in Margaret had approached her before, but they all failed without a doubt.
Now these men can barely find a reason for themselves: when they meet a woman who only looks at her face, their failure is justifiable.
Luke has long been used to all kinds of eyes, and when he walked to Margaret's side indifferently, he signaled: "Change your seat."
Margaret was taken aback with a smile on her face: "Huh?"
Luke explained thoughtfully: "It's convenient for talking, this place is too close to other people."
Margaret thought it made sense, nodded repeatedly, picked up her bag and big hat and left.
Luke couldn't laugh or cry: This one is really innocent.
He raised his hand to call the waiter next to him, explained to her about the shift, and followed by to order.
Over there, Margaret had reached the most edge position. Turning her head to look, she realized that she was patronizing herself and ran away without saying hello to Luke. She was suddenly embarrassed and at a loss.
Luke looked at her like a child making a mistake, and laughed in his heart: "What do you want to drink? I'll treat you this time."
Margaret's thoughts slipped involuntarily to what to drink: "That freshly squeezed orange juice?"
Luke nodded to the waiter to confirm, then adjusted the position of the seat, facing the bushes, and sat down first: "Sit down and talk, Margaret."
Margaret sat down quickly, then stared at him in a daze for a moment without saying a word.
Luke had to adopt the method of asking a child: "You said you have something to do with me, what is it?"
Only then did Margaret remember this. The joy of not seeing Luke for a long time quickly disappeared, and her face turned gloomy: "That's about Harry."
Luke: "Well, what happened to her?"
Under his persuasive guidance, Margaret finally fluently told about her sister Halle.
After listening, Luke took a sip of the coffee that was delivered, and then tentatively asked: "Are you sure, it's not because Harley is too busy with work and neglects to care about you, which caused your illusion?"
Margaret shook her head and denied: "Impossible. I can feel that what she cares about most now is not me, but the job that needs to be kept secret."
Luke felt her mental fluctuations and confirmed that she was not lying.
However, this doesn't tell the truth.
For Margaret's personality, what she thought might be completely different from the real reality.
For example, when I asked her husband four years ago if he was a good man, she definitely said yes.
This is absolutely not a lie.
But in fact, her dead husband was a bloody gangster.
After pondering for a moment, Luke still decided to go see Harry.
No matter how much Margaret had to say, it was better for him to feel Harry's mental state himself.
The trouble is, there is now no certainty when Harley will be home.
She even hired a professional servant to take care of Margaret's daily life.
From this point of view, Margaret's feeling is not without reason.
Even Luke used smart kitchen utensils to make cupcakes, and Selena ssed into Mo De's soul.
Harley was away for a long time, and Margaret felt that it was not surprising that he had "fallen out of favor".
After thinking for a while, Luke decided to discuss with Margaret before calling Elena.
After the arrangements were made, he called Halle and said that Elena and Margaret were going to have a party, and he would go with them.
So he wants to ask her opinion to finalize the meeting time in advance.
Under normal circumstances, it is definitely not normal for Luke to do this.
But Margaret is relatively lacking in common sense and emotional intelligence, and she really needs to say hello to the guardian Halle when meeting with her.
Harry was a little surprised when he received a call from Luke. After a moment of silence, he still gave the time this Friday night.
After hanging up the phone, Luke saw Margaret looking at him adoringly.
He couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"
Margaret: "You are so good, you can't even stutter when you lie to Harry."
Luke: "Because I didn't lie at all, I will take Elena to your house for a party on Friday night."
Margaret's eyes lit up: "Really? That's great. Since the last time you came to my house, there hasn't been a party at home."
Luke thought for a while and asked, "Isn't Elena going to your house to play occasionally?"
Margaret hurriedly waved her hands to explain: "It's just the two of us, there are no other people, no big meals, no yogurt cakes made by you, and no red wine."
Hey, how did my yogurt cake become your party standard? He slandered in his heart, but he asked, "Can you buy cakes and wine yourself?"
Margaret lowered her head: "I bought cakes and red wine by myself and came back to eat and drink. Isn't that the same as the fat house mentioned on the Internet? I don't want to become a lonely big fat man."
Luke put his hands on his forehead: "Okay. As long as Harry doesn't object, there will be cakes and red wine."
Obviously this rich woman is not short of money, but what she wants is the atmosphere, not just eating and drinking.
It's a pity that there are too few people in this society who can reassure Harley, and Elena is not too lively.
Claire, who is full of energy, is probably able to take Margaret to have fun, always full of freshness.
But when he thought of Stacy, Luke felt that it was better.
Margaret was easier to deceive than Stacy, he didn't want to see his sister jump into the Shura field.
No matter how bad I am as a brother, I can't dig such a huge hole for my sister.