“Her mother wanted my girl to be a doctor like herself. But from the moment Lennie was born and I saw how she charmed those about her, I knew that she was more my daughter than my wife’s. Of course, she has her mother’s beauty rather than my ugly face which I am sure you appreciate.”
Toby nodded. He always felt taller, more suave, even wiser when Lenore was on his arm at some party. Not bad for an orphan from the docks. Not one bit bad.
“Yes, Landau, I do appreciate her beauty.”
“Are ye calling me homely?”
He returned from images of Lenore undressing slowly for his benefit and saw Landau’s smile had returned.
“I, well, that was not precisely my meaning.”
“Aye,” the old man laughed, “but close enough don’t I know it. The mirror insists on showing my ugly visage rather than your handso
