To sir, with love

Chapter One My dear Lady, Pistachio gelato, you say. That's my mother's favorite, on the very rare occasions she lets herself eat food with actual flavor or calories. Alas, I confess the often-added green food coloring creeps me out. Yours in renewed devotion to sorbet, Sir To Sir, with alarm, Did you just compare me to your mother? Not sure how I feel about that... Lady My dear Lady, I hear it now. I take it back and reassure you that in no way do I think of you as my mother. Yours in apology, Sir Excerpted from To Sir, with Love by Lauren Layne All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.