Miss Theo didn’t enter, she made an entrance. There was much of the grande dame about her, from her elegantly styled white hair to her old-fashioned buttoned down shoes. Of the three, she reminded him the most of Luci, particularly around the eyes, which were intelligent and somewhat amused.
He held her chair, then resumed his. Seated, the differences between the sisters seemed to fade away, leaving only the similarities, especially in the way she looked at him, her gaze calm, yet distant.
“You’re all very much alike, aren’t you?” Delaney said, echoing Mickey’s thought.
Her fine brows arched, enhancing the sense of familiarity.
“Yes, though dear little Luci doesn’t quite fit. Sometimes she doesn’t seem like a Seymour at all, she’s got so much of her father in her. Very forceful gene po
