Autumn had begun to creep over New England, promising to transform the landscape into the backdrop that Jackson Parrish so loved.
While stroking her hair, he spoke softly, "My name is Jackson Parrish, and as God is my witness, I will do all in my power to correct this situation."
Turning to face him, she said, "Look, Mr. Parrish," and stopped in mid-sentence as their eyes met.
Maybe there's an 'I hate Jackson Parrish' website out there.
And you Mr. Parrish, have been living with your head in the sand for a hundred-fifty years.
Mr. Parrish, you may have won over my daughter and Samantha with your good looks and schmaltzy charm, but let me assure you, I am not in the least impressed by your God's-gift-to-women bullshit.
I guess the Sidwell women can't resist the Parrish charm.