Teatime, by just_ann_now
Follows "A New Friend"
What a lovely boy! He has his mother’s eyes; but like his father he keeps his own counsel. If he didn’t think to offer his name, I wasn’t about to pry. I’ve known from the first morning. The city’s not all that big, after all; he’s the right age, well-mannered, well dressed, thoughtful.
His brother now - that one’s a terror! I don’t envy you the raising of him! But you’ve done well by both of them. His mother would be so proud, the dear lady.
Will you have some tea? A bit of apricot cake? I’m so glad you’ve come!
What a lovely boy! He has his mother’s eyes; but like his father he keeps his own counsel. If he didn’t think to offer his name, I wasn’t about to pry. I’ve known from the first morning. The city’s not all that big, after all; he’s the right age, well-mannered, well dressed, thoughtful.
His brother now - that one’s a terror! I don’t envy you the raising of him! But you’ve done well by both of them. His mother would be so proud, the dear lady.
Will you have some tea? A bit of apricot cake? I’m so glad you’ve come!