We live in a small town where my husband knows absolutely everyone.
This morning as we drove down our road, he commented on a block of land that sold recently.
Him: Somebody named Finch bought that block.
Me: Was it Atticus?
Him, suddenly doubtful of his local knowledge: I don’t know.
Me: Never mind. Probably wasn’t.
This is what happens when you don’t read anything but live with a book nerd. Poor bloke.
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