He didn't remember then? Well, in that case Anne certainly wasn't going to remind him. She smiled sweetly (and rather nervously) at him. "Never mind, ser... Sorry I nearly bumped into ye..." She leaned down to carefully place the lines back on the wicker tray, one of her thick red braids falling over her shoulder. Then she lifted the tray carefully. The lines had tangled a little and it would be a pain to untangle the hooks, but she would rather do that in her yard than here with a stranger who might potentially remember something she wasn't proud of.
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