[MaC] Mingling at the Party: Braham & Marjorie?

[Heather Mace]

> 
> As guests began to separate into groups and begin to mingle, Braham was 
> forced to make a decision. He could take up a position holding up a wall 
> and watch, as he often did these days or he could try to spark a 
> conversation with someone. While observation has served him well up to 
> the this point, it was Christmas. Perhaps it was time to stop studying 
> from afar and actually begin to become part of the world he had entered 
> into.
> 
> "Miss Higgins, isn't it?" he said to Marjorie as he came up beside her. 
> A comfortable distance remained between them as he continued on. "I'm 
> Braham Davis. I don't believe we have had a chance to meet." His 
> confidence seemed to stop just short of egotistical.

Lucky for Braham Marjorie seemed to possess a resilient sense of
self.  She smiled at Braham as he introduced himself.  "We haven't
met, but I know who you are, Mr. Davis.  I'm your post woman!" she
explained cheerfully.  "You live in flat eleven, you're from the
States, and you don't get out much.  I... get out a lot.  Mind if
we sit down?"  She looked over at a couch.  "I'm 'fraid my feet
are all worn out tonight."