Page 5 of Mr. Silver
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“She’s looking forward to it as well, can’t you tell?”
Snorting at my response, she holds her hand out for me to shake. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dawn. Would you like a drink?”
“We’re not stopping. I just need to get changed.”
“Nonsense, you have time for a drink, right, Mr—”
“It’s Scott. And I’d love a cup of tea, thank you.”
“Go on through, I’ll be right there.”
Walking off in the direction Dawn pointed, I smile as I listen to the short and sharp conversation behind me between mother and daughter.
“I’m so sorry. Let me put that kettle on.”
